Labor Day.

There is something to be said about long weekends. The extra day the hops on the back of Sunday provides a sense of rejuvenation. It's a day spent ignoring the obvious--like hair brushing and looking at the clock. Not that I really brush my hair on other days of the week... Labor Day, always seem to be a great reminder of the changing seasons and the welcoming arrival of knee-high wool socks, riding boots, hot chocolate, and the crackle n' crunch of leaves on the ground. The crisp bite to the air that made a surprising arrival this past week brought with it a final farewell to summer nights too. 

As a last jubilee in honor of summer we ate at our favorite restaurant in Bozeman, shopped for fall necessities, went to the blessing of our friends' baby, and had a final BBQ. Oh, summer how you will be missed. You brought us a new baby girl, a move to the country, and a summer full of wonderful travels and memories. Stay cool 'til next year dear friend.