But yesterday, we had some introductions to make.
But Mom, Little Dude has been to the lake....
What a difference 3 months makes. Now he walks, and explores.
Back then, he nursed and slept.
He had not made a real friendship with our peaceful haven, yet.
But yesterday... he ventured out. We even took off his shoes and let him feel the water and the mud. (yes, it's Texas... icky mud) He wasn't thrilled, preferring to stay on the pebbly sand.
He watched his siblings as they wound their way along the water's edge.
The lake level was low. Very low. Nothing like getting back to nature to witness how bad the drought is, firsthand.
The kids examined the newly exposed sand, and what emerges when the layers of water are peeled back. A sobering experience, to be sure. But nature is always beautiful, and they came back jubilant with their treasures.
Fall in Texas is a time of brown colors and long shadows. Even in the height of the afternoon, the light is slanted and the sun has whitened.
This old Mama is learning, though. I'm learning to enjoy the seasons as they come.
I'm learning that we don't pass this way again.
:)
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