November Blues

November is not my favorite, except for the trees changing colors. If it weren't for that, I'd elect to skip the whole month. Memories of my Dad seem to flow like a constant river through my head in November. I took some time out on Sunday and G and I went to Panera for a bagel and to our old favorite clear your head spot, Martin Nature Park. We always have such a good time and Dad's prescence is always a little bit there when we visit.

Everyting was so beautiful at the park on Sunday.
My camera didn't do these trees justice.

Grant doing some serious scientific work.

A perfect stone skipped as I took this shot.

A little bit worn out and highly contemplative Grant.
We stopped for a minute on our hike at the gazebo on trail C.

Back home in time to play Nerf wars with the neighbor

kids.