We headed to the park an excuse to get out of the house and into the fresh air . It was one of those beautiful fall days, one that starts crisp and cold but quickly warms up, making heavy coats an unnecessary afterthought.
The fall leaves have tumbled from their high canopy into a think blanket covering the ground. We spent some time picking them up, tossing them and watching as they drifted to the ground. They crunched underfoot, their earthy smell heady and heavenly as we walked towards the pond.
With the the sun magically filtering through colorful leaves, only a few ducks remain hiding in the shadows of the still water. The rest have already flown on towards warmer climates.
Clover has developed a new habit of walking with his hands in his pockets -- all the time. I find it adorable. I don't know where this came from. Except I am always afraid that he's going to fall and end up flat on his face. But then again that kind of seems like the constant risk of an energetic toddler, regardless of where he puts his hands, doesn't it?