Autumn came early to the Front Range. It was like Memorial Day came, sunny and beautiful, and summer said "Kiss my butt farewell!" It started raining Sept. 2, got cold and cloudy, and has
vacillated between frigid 45 and sunny 75 degree temps ever sense. Today was more toward the chilly end of the scale than the warm. It rained all day here in the Springs, the first snow of the season fell on the top of Pike's Peak and the sun very rarely peeked through the heavy cloud cover. Tonight is no exception: Cool and damp. It's the perfect night to curl up in front of a fire with a glass of wine, some good music and a warm, fuzzy friend on your lap.
Clearly, Andy and the kids agree. I love this picture!
A sleepy (and brief!) moment after dinner. Andy woke up right after I snapped this photo, and all hell broke loose once the Boo-Boo realized she was sharing a chair with that damn kitten.
Which means tomorrow will be almost 80 degrees.
Go figure.
Tessa cam. For no reason other than that she's cute and snuggly ... and it's my blog.
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