We had a wonderful fall thunderstorm last night. A huge clap of thunder sounded around 6 AM, I rolled over, and the Husband and Maggie’s eyes were wide open. “Holy hell!†he whispered. It sounded like it was right above our roof.
I expected to see tons of downed trees this morning, but the street was just littered with leaves! Tons and tons of beautiful, colorful leaves.
I love fall weather. Can’t it stay this way forever?
Fall breakfast:
French toast with baked apples, pecans, and agave nectar.
Baked apples are the second best French toast topping (grilled banana is #1). I made a huge batch last night, and I’ve already worked our way through the whole thing. Don’t know how that happened!
A little random, but… You you know how I’ve mentioned several times that Maggie has severe separation anxiety? I finally caught it on tape.
This was her reaction when the Husband simply walked out the front door.
Intense.
oh my god! poor thing! hahaha, thats amazing and so unusual or is it not? I’m a cat person:)