I have been trying to take pictures of Jameson by the same tree at the park to mark the progress of fall here. The first shot was taken 10-14 and the second was taken last week on 10-20 (The rest of the pictures were also taken on 10-20).

 

You can see in just a week how the colors are getting more vibrant and falling off the trees. We haven’t been to the park since to take more pictures of this tree. We’ll have to get over there soon.

We had been saving the ends of our bread to take to the ducks. We finally had some, so (on 10-20) we took a trip to the ducks. Jameson made a mad dash for the ducks.

The ducks knew the sound of the bread bag. They came waddling out of the water as fast as they could. They gathered right at my feet. I could have picked them up if I wanted. The ducks gathering at my feet meant more for Jameson to run through. He ran back and forth while I fed the ducks their bread. He would run through, and the ducks would take off for the water. Then when he got through, the ducks would come back for the bread, and the process would start over again. A few poor ducks may have accidentally gotten kicked by tiny running feet. I’m pretty sure they came out ok.

After the ducks we headed up to the playground for a bit. It amazes me how athletic my son is. He is already so coordinated and strong, and he is not even 2. We’ll have to keep this child on all kinds of sports teams to keep him busy.

Fall here is beautiful. Pictures don’t do it justice. The colors are always changing. Even the fog adds another color to fall.