Scenes From Our Sunday Walk

Sunday walks have become, without intention, a little tradition for us. They started shortly after we returned from Washington in August, just because the days were so nice and had to be celebrated, and have just carried on from there.

Sometime mid-Sunday-afternoon one of the boys is sure to ask, "Is it time for our Sunday walk yet?" So off we go.

The big boys are usually leading the pack, running ahead, running back to us, kicking their soccer balls or playing tag. Ruby is sniffing here, there, everywhere. Luke entertains us with his antics and non-stop chatter. Tommy alternately loves riding in his Moby and wishes he could get down and run with his brothers. Adam and I even get to hold hands from time to time. When we get back to the house we usually wrap up our ambulation with a little Conlin soccer scrimmage or a game of Conlin Red Rover. You can see why it's become a tradition. We all love it.

With the fall cool crispness arriving this weekend, requiring hats and pinking up the cheeks; and the leaves beginning their dramatic and beautiful transformation before they drop to the ground, I couldn't help but take the camera along with us on our most recent Sunday walk.