A walk in the woods

 

It's a long, sunny Saturday sans Daddy, so we headed out for a long, lazy walk behind our neighborhood, that Gus' OT (and my good friend) Anna turned us on to. So funny how we sometimes forget that the beautiful woods and vistas begin, quite literally, in our backyard. So here we are walking up Burrell Mountain.
Wait, what is Gus up to while I'm snapping away?

 

Gotcha! He loves to bombard me with leafes (or is it leaves, I can't remember and, for the moment, I don't care)

 

The view off Burrell Mountain, just as the morning fog lifts. Gus calls it "smoke" and thinks it is "spooky"...but he thinks my hair is "spooky", too...which just goes to show you that he has a way with words.

 

Heading down toward the creek, where we sit and throw rocks in the water...what an idyllic moment.