The clouds loomed overhead all morning.
The chicken soup in the crockpot filled the house with the warm and familiar smell of Autumn.
The winds picked up.
The sun peeked out, then was quickly hidden again.
“Where’s my umbrella, mom?” echoed in unison by two very excited boys.
Hubs and I begin the search.
“Chicken soup is the perfect dinner for the gray skies outside,” I think to myself.
It took 20 minutes to find them, tucked away from the last rainfall earlier this year.
The changing of a season happens four times a year. Enjoy it to the fullest!