I love the change of seasons. It's one of the reasons that I decided to move back to Utah from California. Just when I get sick of one season it changes to the next.
I've decided that I'm truly tired of summer. Tired of mowing the lawn, weeding the garden and mostly tired of opening the pool for Nicole and her friends then 30 minutes later having her decide that she's bored.
I think I'm becoming like my dad when he says "I'm looking forward to the snow flying so that my yard looks as good at my neighbor's".
Yesterday we decided to take a drive in the mountains to view the leaves. We drove up Farmington Canyon and came out just above the "B" on the mountain above Bountiful. The trees are just beautiful. It looked like God had taken a paintbrush and painted touches of orange, red and gold among the green.
When we were on top of the mountain looking down into the valley the words of the Louie Armstrong song "What a Beautiful World" came to mind. It actually brought tear to my eyes when I thought about how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful place but mostly a place where I am able to enjoy so many freedoms.
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