Autumn is in full swing, and I've gotta hand it to the south because it's really convinced me that autumn has merits. Growing up, I wasn't always so sure of this, in part because autumn was so short lived. For example, here is a picture I took of Alexander stopping to play in some leaves while he and I were on a walk together Sunday afternoon:
Notice the sunshine, the leaves both on and off the trees, his t-shirt.
Here is a picture from my brother's house (near Calgary) on Monday:
The pond at the park has a lot of bald cypresses around so our running path is absolutely littered with pine needs these days.
Oh, and here's a look at some baby bananas in our neighbour's garden:
They probably won't last until they're ripe since we're due for a freeze before they'll be fully grown, which is a real shame. This poor tree tries so hard for fruit every year. We just don't quite have the right climate for it. If our trees ever get this large...I have half a mind to construct a little greenhouse around the bananas just to see if we can't keep them long enough to let them ripen.
Alexander and I sang a silly "baby banana" song all during our walk (to the tune of "baby beluga"). He loves doing things one-on-one with me, which is so sweet. Everyone else was at home playing Risk, which is why I took the two littlest ones out of the house.
We've started going for our PE runs, now that the weather is cool enough to not melt us while we're running. I honestly am not sure how people do track and field events during the summer here. It's so hot.
Swimming I understand.
Running a half-marathon, I do not.
On Monday it was only about 80°F and the kids and I were seriously so sweaty when we finished our run. I think you can see some residual "heat" on Zoë's pink face in this picture:
Or maybe this one is better:
She was the first child to finish her four laps on Monday, little Miss Energizer Bunny.
Then Rachel finished. Then Benjamin. Then Miriam.
Then me, Alexander, and Phoebe all together.
The kids like to laugh at how slow I am, but I'm the one pushing the stroller...and keeping pace with Alexander, who cries if he gets left behind. I don't mind being slow. Moving is moving.