It’s that time again. The sycamores are starting to drop their over-abundant foliage. Windows are left open and air conditioning turned off. Crock pot is down from the top of the cabinet, jeans are coming out of the back of the closet. The humidifier gets cleaned and plugged in, as the sudden lack of moisture in the usually soggy air dries our sinuses out.
For those of you who read my Facebook or Twitter blurbage, you know I adore North Florida in the fall. There’s so much energy in the air. It takes me back to something very magical in my head left over from childhood. I hope it never leaves me.
My sweet little family and I awoke one recent Saturday morning to catch a perfect glimpse of why we live where we live. I was determined to go make the best of what was left of bikini season, and suggested we head North to my favorite surf spot. It’s over the ferry, which immediately makes it a ten-dollar surf trip, and we live a couple of miles from a State Park anyway, so we decided closer was better and packed up. We’re simple. We packed three towels, two surfboards, one kiddo and one camera. We made it there so early we were the only ones on the beach. It was beautiful!









And in other news, this past weekend Team Arnold journeyed downtown to the stadium to see our Jaguars kick some Titan butt! It was Donovan’s first game, and as soon as I get the pics I’ll post them. Okay, Heather? :)
I am also intending this week to get the pics up from The Arnold Olympics v2009. I’ve sat to document the event previously and ended up being overwhelmed by the amount of images to go through so I went and cleaned the house instead.
Hope all is well for you my friends and family!
xoxox

































































