It was the little one's first taste of autumn.
And lakay's too.
We missed taking the pictures of Autumn's glorious days of fiery red, orange, yellow (the two boys were down with the flu).
But we were still greeted by beautiful sites like these: (lakay's shots)
Trees are a paradigm of real beauty. They are beautiful in their lush and flourishing days of green. Beautiful still in days when they are rendered bare.
Autumn is a beautiful season. Painfully beautiful, I must say.