The weather was beginning to turn cool, as fall pushed summer out of the air. It was lovely and crisp in the shade. It was our first day of the autumn season, joyfully welcomed after a months of summer heat. We needed a day outside. A day to feel like we really lived here. We needed a day of adventure. A day of fun. A day to remember.
We started out with a picnic under the trees. We ate our simple, yummy lunches quietly, looking around and pointing out the beautiful and strange and funny things around us. We laughed; we ate; we enjoyed.
We decided to explore.
The scenery was beautiful. Nature at her best. Wooden bridges and misshapen trees and curvy pathways and crunchy leaves. We walked and talked and held hands.
We found a tree popular for being carved into. We decided to jump on the bandwagon. Hub found a rock; he carved, and he carved. He carved until our initials were scraped exquisitely inside a heart, just like I requested.
We walked and talked and laughed on more curvy paths until we found our way home.
It was a gorgeous day. A day to remember. A day to fall in love. A day to laugh until the tears came. It was the day we felt at home.
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