Blue Ridge and Hockey thoughts (clearly related!)

HMMM....how cliche is this? Let me use this inspiring photo and make a complete left turn: HOCKEY! Our 2nd night, we went to a hockey game at Liberty and...GOOD GRAVY, HOCKEY IS THE GREATEST! I actually walked in thinking I was gonna cry (it seemed to be the thing that trip, ya know?)  It was loud and cold and LOUD. But lo and behold, hockey is the bestest! The brawling, oh my. I have never before taken delight (or even interest!) in grown men fighting but apparently, it's quite enjoyable. Anyway, left turn. Backtracking to autumnal things....

▲▲ Blue Ridge ya'll. And what is it about fall that makes me say ya'll? Rhyming, I guess, but then, I digress.

I'll stop now.

Oh, and thank you blogger for making my pictures blurry! So sweet of you!

▲▲ Clearly, I have mastered the art of looking scenic, whatever that is.

X and O's to infinity for you Fall (or let me be hipster, AUTUMN.) And if I were really hipster, I would be saying this whilst drinking a pumpkin latte or whatever those are. But I destest drinking wood, so hot chocolate for me!

HEY FALL, NICE TO MEET YOU.

Oh Fall!

To be quite honest, this trip was miserable. Now hear me out, it wasn't ALL miserable, of course! Therefore, I will only be highlighting the non miserable parts, and you will wind up thinking I had a magical time, ALL the time! And go ahead and think that if you like. It's probably a lot prettier of a thought than me bawling in Panera.

No joke.

On a side note, I was wearing waterproof mascara, so all was well!

But FALL....Fall is beautiful. Seeing the trees change, and the air beginning to chill, it always reminds me that God is a VERY loving God. He gave us Fall to enjoy, to frolic in, to take pictures of. Yes, and even to cry alligator tears in Panera! Fall is full of good things, if I'm willing to look.

Now, on to the fun!

“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono