Photo dump from the woods

We spent a night in the woods with Lucas's parents, listening for their bear who stops by for pears {we didn't see him...} and trying to focus binoculars. We dipped in the hot tub, spotted grasshoppers and were serenaded by humming birds and crickets. The leaves are beginning to turn, just the tops. We sucked in the last bits of summer in the woods, readying for a new season and smells and wonders. Makes me think of Frost as his wondrous poems about nature. I'm planning an adventure to his farm house in New Hampshire...   and I'm anxious to introduce the kids to his words. For now... we're still talking about binoculars and Grandma and Papa's bear. All in good time.

Nothing Gold Can Stay 

 Nature's first green is gold, 

Her hardest hue to hold. 

Her early leaf's a flower; 

But only so an hour. 

Then leaf subsides to leaf, 

So Eden sank to grief,

 So dawn goes down to day 

Nothing gold can stay. 

 ~Robert Frost