Driving down our street, there is a bend where all you can see on either side is a Crayola box of trees (pretend they have one of only reds, orange, yellow & browns… they probably do) and leaves fluttering across the road. So gorgeous. I kick myself when each time we leave the house I realize I forgot the camera.
(Sorry Dad E, I know you’re envious…. you just don’t get fall colors like this in San Diego…)
I will attempt to catch some more pictures before all the pretty trees are bare.