Picnic in our Park

Today, Ryan came home for lunch and we had a picnic in the park.  A picnic in our park.  It's our park because it's right across the street from where we live.  We love it there.  And we're enjoying our beautiful, chilly weather while it lasts.  New York sure knows what fall should be like: Sunny, 60 degree weather, and an abundance of fallen leaves.

I spy a squirrel. He's hard to see because he's so dark.  I'll never get used to black squirrels.

Yeah, I don't know what's going on with my hair either, so stop judging.

I am the luckiest girl.  Ryan Denny is the best husband!  He even made our excellent sandwiches for our picnic.  He's so helpful and wonderful, and he couldn't make me happier.  Well, I guess maybe if we could have picnics in our park every afternoon.