Few weekends are more sacred in Utah culture than our glorious four-day October holiday — any fall event plans are met with hushed reminders– “We need to make sure that’s not UEA.” The initials for the Utah Educators’ Conference were replaced decades ago with ‘Utah Enters Anaheim’ (or Zion’s or Yellowstone…) and it’s simply the perfect time to enjoy autumn at home.
Celebrations at our house included sleeping in til nine and then pulling the couch in front of the computer to watch an entire season of Cake Boss on Netflix. The boys pulled cake pans, powdered sugar and paper from the shelves and began sketching their own ideas for fabulous, fantastical creations.
When the inevitable squabbling became too much we emptied into the yard to dig fencepost holes, plant peonies, pull masses of weeds and move the raspberries from the dry spot by the fence to a sheltered corner of the garden. And I love how a garden is like a family– constantly changing and evolving to fit present needs. No gardener is surprised by weeds and rocky patches; they are simply inevitable.
Our beloved friends met us at the pumpkin patch where we drank in the sunshine and babies. Every family of older kids needs friends with babies to adore.
I snapped only a few photos, usually on request and without care for lighting or even faces turned towards the camera. Days like this are meant to be enjoyed, savored and recalled with sun-streaked memories.
Saturday found us in the canyons making s’mores, tickling babies and treading upon carpets of gold,
And the hours poured like thick, sweet honey into winter jars until we were full and still.