It's starting; and though I hate to admit it, I've seen it coming for weeks. The colors of my beautiful flowers are starting to fade. The leaves on the trees have lost their brilliance as well. And even though my favorite season is Fall, I am sad to see the summer leave us behind.
In three, short weeks the kids will be going back to school. Nicholas will be starting First grade; a full day of school. The house is going to be so lonely and quiet. And sad. I am already sad for the first day to come. I'm just going to hang on to these last few weeks of summer and enjoy them.
These pictures here, with Nick on the trampolene and Frank and Tony, are at a friend's bar-b-que. While I was freaking out at the idea of him breaking his neck or falling to his death, he was actually having a ball jumping on it. All. by. himself.
Frank went back to work yesterday; not by his own doctor's orders, but by the plant doctor's. Don't you just love corporate America these days. I think he's happy to be back, actually. hey, it's good to be getting a paycheck and life back on track. It's still boggling my mind how fast he's recovering from having a complete replacement of his knee.