beneath the trees and a tragic story

sweater: blu pepper (local boutique), jeggings: Kohl's, boots: Breckelle (local boutique)

This is what Luke calls my "Lion King robe."  He's so funny.  Any sort of sweater that's long and flowy, he calls it a "robe" or a "cape."  Men and fashion.

Anywho, we got out in the autumn brilliance over the weekend and basked under the trees and their vibrant leaves.  It's finally starting to stay cool and hint at frigid temperatures around here.

Speaking of lions, how 'bout that wild mane?

Oh, and in efforts to get my hair healthier (and save money), I've got the natural ombre thing going on (natural meaning that I got this look by growing out my unnatural highlights rather than going and paying for the ombre look... You see what I did there?)  I'm digging it.

The beginning of November means Christmas tree time for us (don't judge), but something tragic happened.  Luke began getting out the tree, which we store in a box out in the shed, and found a DEAD MOUSE in it... along with signs of chewing and other "things" on the tree.  We have to throw it away.  AWAY.

I LOVED that tree.  My generous aunt and uncle gave it to us for our first Christmas married and we have used it ever since.  It was beautiful.  Everyone who saw it would ask, "Wow, is that real?"  Now we have to go buy one, but I already know that tree #2 will never compare to our first... to the tree who saw our first home (and second, third, fourth, and fifth) and our Christmas mornings with Sawyer.  The tree who brought us comfort in the midst of many life changes in knowing at least he was constant.  The tree we lit and sat beside snuggled on the couch, watching Elf and The Polar Express and It's a Wonderful Life.

Tree #2, you have a lot to live up to.