Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
-George Eliot
I once heard a man speak in church about the miracle of living, and living well. He spoke of simple, but magnificent moments that so many miss: The beauty of a rising sun. The delicateness of an early birds' song. The peace of a quiet morning shared only by you and a waking world. I distinctly remember thinking that I wanted to be a part of that moment every day.
My downfall came in the form of a down comforter. As sweet as that bird's morning song was, it was no match for the warmth of a bird's feather (albeit synthetic), and I quickly abandoned my good intentions for an extra hour's sleep.
But last week, I made an exception. Hours before going to work or school, Ryan and I got up and drove through Provo Canyon, aka the most beautiful place in the world.
It’s my favorite place to be during my favorite season.
Made better with my favorite person.
Definitely worth the missed sleep. But since I can't very well go trekking up the mountain every day... what gets you up early in the morning?
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I wish I had a better answer, but what gets me up in the morning is Ruby or Eva yelling, "Mom I need to go potty!"
Those are beautiful pictures. Kudos to you guys for actually getting up and enjoying it.
Beautiful photos. Sure makes me miss Utah and all its glory!
Fall is beautiful. I need to take the kids up the canyon so they can see all the pretty leaves. Your photos turned out great and you two are just so cute and look extremely perky for an early morning.
Usually the puppy gets me up in the morning whining to go out. I used to be a great morning person, not so much these days. I really should get back in the habit of going to bed early so I can get up and swim in the mornings. It's just so early and cold! :)
Beautiful pictures, guys!!
And yes, nothing like an early morning all to yourself.
Dad
haha--so it looks like I need to have a baby or get a dog... interesting.
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