fall celebrations

What a magical day! Owen, Bodhi and I set out for the great outdoors to celebrate the change of seasons and to honor the elementals we so adore. Owen and I got up early this morning and created this fairy house. Owen gathered leaves and flowers from the yard. Meanwhile Bodhi and I prepared corn muffins and a big fruit salad for our picnic. When all was prepared we drove South to Roxborough State Park.

We wandered for some time before discovering the perfect spot to place our gift. Once we discovered the location, Owen became quite reverent and said a heartfelt prayer/blessing to the spirits of the wild that give us so much.

As we walked back he told me that this was one the most spiritual moments of his young life.

Bodhi just enjoyed getting wild and having fun.

On our way home, we drove west of Morrison to the Lair of the Bear wilderness and played in the water

...and savored the changing leaves.

A lovely day.

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