Warmth

I've been busier than usual the past few days, but I did take time out on Sunday to visit my younger daughter. This little guy was also visiting with her that morning:

That's my great-grandson, Owen, who's 19 months old. (That dark stain on his T-shirt had been ice cubes minutes earlier.)

I don't know which was more fun, watching Owen's antics or watching the grown adults, including myself, literally dancing to his tune. He requested  "mu-sick," which to him means only one song: "I Gotta Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas. Owen danced, and we danced with him and for him. And we laughed. And we danced some more, until he tired of dancing and wanted to do other things. He's a very busy boy.

The weather was warm and beautiful that day. It's remained warm enough that I've had to turn the air conditioner on again, although it's supposed to cool off at least back to sweater weather tomorrow.

We still have only a smattering of autumn yellows and golds. I guess  that's better than having no signs of autumn at all. Since I had my camera with me on Sunday, I stood in my daughter and son-in-law's backyard and snapped photos of trees on the edge of their property, then snapped a few more on the way home.

See? Still mostly green:

A patch of pink peeked through these sunlit leaves:

This live oak tree was graceful and lovely, even in its humble, behind-someone's-garden-shed surroundings:

And this dead oak tree was beautiful in a different sort of way:

(Sigh.) Family gatherings and photo ops both give me warm, fuzzy feelings.