Fallin' for fresh air

We keep saying, "This is our last summer picnic."

It's official: We call them fall picnics now.

I love this pic. The wonder of little children makes me remember how impressionable they are. I remember looking up in amazement at how tall the trees were ... oh wait, I still do that.

We collected several colors of leaves. Then we collected several shapes.

Then we took a few fallen ones home to identify the type of tree they came from.

Big Sis looked 'em up in a book from the library, found a match, taped the leaf and labeled it.

"Ta da!"

What a smirk.