I love having an early morning to myself. It doesn't happen very often...Aven is still averaging 3x a night wake-and-nurse sessions, and Mike and my father-in-law, Marty, have been leaving the house early most mornings to haul grain. It is harvest time and hunting time in our part of the world, and that leads to early activity in our house just about every day of the week.
This morning I woke at 5:30, rocked Aven and put her back to bed, then tiptoed downstairs to a quiet, dark house. The sky was clear and starry and cold, so after standing on the porch breathing and waking up a bit, it was back inside to make a fire in our kitchen woodstove and some strong coffee.
ahh, a quiet house...
We've had a beautiufl end-of-summer. Days that still feel long, afternoon sun that still heats you through.
There is still time for new explorations; which can be as simple as pulling over on the side of the road while crossing the big hole valley. Because sometimes you just have to get out of car and stretch a little...or ride your motorcycle a bit...
We've had good visits with some Bitterroot buddies,
and tried out new looks in our old tub.
Amelia started dance classes last week- which she loves.
And we've spent lots of time just enjoying our place on these last warm days.
daddy's closet = best hideout ever
We did a little painting to memorialize our first summer here.
Amelia proudly represents the family biz
Hope you're enjoying these last days of summer.