September rambles

Oh September, be still my heart. Don't you love the beginning of fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies, and you better believe I would send you all bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils if I could. Or perhaps we could all go shopping for hats together, which would be a mistake, as almost all hats are.

Ok...enough You've got Mail references.

But I really do love fall. Summer weirdly isn't my thang, hot dry weather does nothing for my soul. But fall? Fall is when I fall in love over and over again with the lovely corner of the world I live in. Consider me utterly infatuated with Southern Utah and her charms.
Let us proceed onto poor quality cellular telephone photographs! Holla!

Perfectly delicious vegetables from Tropic. Naturally used to be dutch ovened on the mountain. *heart eye emoji*

I made Marissa snap this on our drive back from parking the trailer at Sydney Valley.
Cedar City skies make me all twitterpated inside. 

Are you a sucker for sunset pictures with four wheelers? You should be ya know. 

Fall means change. Changing leaves, changing weather, changing of baby faced boys into bearded men... it prompts, practically demands change! I've been wanting and wishing and waiting to do something different with my raggedy locks of hair. I've been making it a matter of some pretty intense prayer. Feedback has been minimal, so I suspect it's not an issue worth receiving an answer via arch angel.
So, I gave it serious thought, made an appointment with a trusted professional and took the plunge into the land of blunt bangs.
If you're a strong advocate of only letting people with proper education and training touching your hair, please read no further. Because actually I cut my own hair. On a whim. And yeah, I'm feelin' a little sheepish admitting that. I really do think that the people who should cut your hair, should be the people that do it for their career. I can't actually defend my decision or explain it. Let's leave it at, I cut my own hair, and we should all feel grateful I'm not partially bald.

And then I dyed it. Shhh don't tell anyone.

In more recent news, on Wednesday I visited this place with my mother. Because being legitimate friends with your parents is the ultimate perk of adulthood. Lemme tell ya, that Connie is the cats pajamas. Without going into an extremely long story, I'll just say it's been quite some time. It's a good place the temple is ya know? Even when there are old people outside talking about how they'd rather stay Catholic than be a Mormon. Too many restrictions apparently. You don't know what you're missin out on Lady with the flamingo pants!

Also we visited my most favorite park in St. George. The town square park is magical. The carousel gives me butterfly feelings of happiness. And the splash pad and stream are to die for if you are under the age of 8 and love water. ( or are 20 and still can't get enough of wading in public) On a side note, it's really hard to take pictures of said stream and splash pad without looking like you're an adult creeper taking pictures of other people's children. The mother and I ate lunch in the lovely park and enjoyed the beautiful day and the entertainment of children splashing around in their diapers. 

There was the cutest family there with a young down syndrome boy. I have never seen such pure unadulterated joy on a person's face before. The absolute thrill he exuded from splashing through the water was heart warming and enviable. I watched as he ran as hard as he could through the water and spontaneously threw his arms around his brother with a grin that stretched ear to ear. That's the general goal I'm looking for,to just honestly love people as intensely and innocently like that. It was a good moment to witness.

Additionally, I purchased a pair of moccasins. With fringe. FRINGE! I feel Grandma Theora was looking down and was pleased with me.