This weekend we were blessed to spend a couple days at my inlaws' lakehouse (their only house now that they have made it their permanent residence). At the beginning of the weekend Joe had a gray tooth from a face plant he took in the kitchen. By the end of the weekend he had lost it and we have taken to calling him "Toothless Joe". He wears it well, don't you think? ;-)
And what is a weekend at the lake without a romp in the hammock?
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot