As autumn sets in I can feel our outside time slipping away. So, this morning we did our literature reading on the front porch. The kids were chilly so they brought out a few blankets. I tucked them in, wedged myself in the middle of the bench, and read aloud from the Little Grey Rabbit collection (think Beatrix Potter, if you aren't familiar with this series). Sunshine, fresh air, a few drifting leaves, the cat curled in a ball at our feet blinking lazily in the sunshine. It was lovely.