feeding the ducks

By Saturday, the air was crisp and cold...a perfect fall day for finding pumpkins and sipping fresh apple cider (though I abstained to avoid ecoli).

But on Monday...
...it was summer. And we enjoyed one last picnic in Grand Haven in the 80 degree sun. It felt magical, to walk in October through fallen yellow leaves, sipping an icy blended coffee drink, sweating in the hot sun. We visited the Art Gallery downtown, the toy store, and the deli to buy some bread to feed the ducks.

One of our favorite stories these days has a picture of ducks in a park. For the past month or so, whenever we get to *the* page, we pause and 'throw some bread to the ducks' (ever since our last picnic...where a few left over crumbs were thrown to the ducks in the water). So with all of that practice, Maya turned out to be rather proficient at feeding the ducks. We blew them *lots* of kisses and waved for quite a while when it was time to go home.