+[fall picnic]+



A trip up and into the mountains today for one more view of the painted trees and a picnic lunch.

A moment upon a blanket in the sun watching clouds roll by and calling out their shapes.

A memory together - one to add to our vibrant collection.

I watch them grow before my eyes.  Women they are becoming.  I struggle to walk the road of this season of mothering, this letting go, this becoming friendship.  They struggle to learn to fly without me.  We both succeed and fail. 

From afar I think probably all of it is beautiful.  Up close I see the beauty clearly only in certain moments.