Vivian Park

When we got to Vivian Park (up Provo Canyon) yesterday, the sun was hiding behind clouds and the wind was blowing fiercely. It was very cold, dim, and unappealing. Had the children not seen the playground, Telima and I probably would have turned right around and gone back down the canyon. But, alas, the playground was spied and before we could form an opinion about staying, the decision was made.

My niece Kay, determinedly enjoying the jungle gym

Fortunately for all, the sun came out and the wind died down. The day became achingly beautiful.

Hebs, exploring the grass

My sister Telima and her adorable children

The children played for forty minutes before Telima had to go. Kay, in particular, was heartbroken to have to leave before the rest of us. It's tough when you're three.

Then Zee wanted to go for a little walk/ride. We packed the younger three into the stroller and headed down the Provo River/Bonneville Shoreline Trail. We had a marvelous time, exploring leaves and sticks and rocks. Zee even insisted on loading up his bike with "special" rocks. (I made sure to put a slickensided rock in there, too.)

Em was a little cold and cranky, but fortunately the two younger boys' cheerfulness more than made up for that.

Zee on the trail

Zee and his mighty (small) bike


I love my stroller. All three younger kids, warm and shielded from the wind, cosy as can be.

I know I've said this a thousand times, but I love autumn!