We had a wonderful fall thunderstorm last night. A huge clap of thunder sounded around 6 AM, I rolled over, and the Husband and Maggie’s eyes were wide open. “Holy hell!” he whispered. It sounded like it was right above our roof.
I expected to see tons of downed trees this morning, but the street was just littered with leaves! Tons and tons of beautiful, colorful leaves.
I love fall weather. Can’t it stay this way forever?
French toast with baked apples, pecans, and agave nectar.
Baked apples are the second best French toast topping (grilled banana is #1). I made a huge batch last night, and I’ve already worked our way through the whole thing. Don’t know how that happened!
A little random, but… You you know how I’ve mentioned several times that Maggie has severe separation anxiety? I finally caught it on tape.
This was her reaction when the Husband simply walked out the front door.