First day of fall.

By megret | September 23, 2008 at 9:33 am | One comment | Learning and doing

I will always have a special day in my heart for the first day of fall. It’s the day that, four years ago, G entered our lives — a cool, cloudy morning, an unmistakable feeling in the air that my favorite season had arrived.

We celebrated yesterday by taking a long neighborhood nature walk. The kids carried buckets in hopes of picking up vibrant leaves, pinecones, and other tokens of the changing time of year. During this walk, I quickly became aware of yet another difference between our girl and our boy. R stooped every few feet to pick up treasures she spied — marveling, “Ooh” and “aah” as she lovingly placed them inside her plastic bucket and proudly toted it on.

G, on the other hand, chose to gather shreds of dried, mowed grass and chewed-on pinecones. Near the end of our walk, he had actually acquired a nice assortment of plump acorns, but as we neared the house, he dumped them all out on the pavement and stomped them to bits, yelling and cheering.

We ended the day with a homemade apple pie. I’m not a huge, huge fan of fruity desserts, but it only seems fitting to make an apple pie in September, on the first day of autumn, at that.

The kids were already in bed asleep when it was finally done baking, so they’ll enjoy some this afternoon. The adults (we had some friends over) enjoyed our slices while watching this show.