Leaves and Puddles

Today felt like winter. Oh dear. (Oh dear because I know it's only fall but my warped sense of weather registers anything below 65 degrees as winter. Consider this, my home town's average temperature year round is 74. I love you Ventura!)

Last week was so balmy and beautiful . . . summer clothes and evenings frolicking in the park . . .

. . . inspecting leaves . . .

. . . chasing leaves . . .

That was then, this is now: puddle jumping.

The nice thing about seasons is seasonal clothing . . . I hear a really cute winter coat calling my name . . . (perhaps matching ones for the girls) . . .