It is a Sweet Sunday despite everything. Painful neck, radiating arm pain, an unrelenting cough - but it is a glorious and sunny Sunday.
Sunrise light is the sweetest light of all. I love having Shyla to share it with.
Frost on a geranium leaf at sunrise. The time when the sun shines on a frosty leaf but the frost hasn't yet melted is so fleeting.
Leaf shadows on Shyla's face. I appreciate those shadows because the leaves will soon be on the ground.
R, the big brother, looking serious. He was actually staring at a squirrel that he was about to chase although he'd prefer you to think that he was pondering the meaning of life.
Spotted leaves in the sunshine. I love this time of year, and I don't want it to fade.