Yesterday we were dancing in the sprinkler, today we are bundled in jeans and fleece. Everyone is saying that fall has officially arrived. Today just felt like the kind of day to make a scarecrow and put out some mums. Emma has named him Grace. She stayed with me for the stuffing at first but then the temptation of spreading hay all over the back yard was too strong. There is so much hay strewn around I feel compelled to plant grass seed or something. But sometimes, even though you know your children are making a huge mess that YOU will have to clean up, it would just be too mean to stop them--i.e. spreading half a bale of hay around the grass, raking it up, jumping in it, spreading it around again...
