So the months got together and decided that they would switch places? Why? To screw with us is the obvious reason, but it doesn't matter. October can be November and November can be October for all I care. I only care that it's SO incredibly nice and pleasant outside.
We've had some incredible weather the last two weeks. I can't even believe how nice it's been. October was sucky with really cold, wet weather. So far November is treating us well. No complaints on this end. Who doesn't love short sleeved weather in November? Nobody I tell you. Nobody doesn't like short sleeved weather in November. And if you know someone who hates short sleeved weather in November- you just punch 'em in the gut for me.
Riding my bike to work is one of my greatest joys. It took a little while to make it a habit, but I love it more than anything in the world. I ride 3-5 days a week- depending on what I have going on (or if I wake up late and have to drive to make it on time). Sure, I have to get up and leave about 40 minutes earlier than if I drive, and I have to plan ahead a little to make sure I have clothes at work- but it's soooo worth it!!! Breathing that crisp morning air is like breathing in a little bit of heaven. And I get to see and hear things I would miss in the car. Yup- bike commuting is possible for many people, is a great way to sneak in extra exercise, and is the best mood boosting drug I've ever heard of!
That being said: on my way to work the other day I had to take a picture of the lovely trees all "falled" out. Click. This street is on my commute to work. It's through a very nice and quiet neighborhood where hardly anyone tries to run me over and kill me.

Then when I got home I spied the prettiest rose growing on my rose bush, and my mum growing next to it, and my succulent with the pretty flowers. Click. Click. Click.

Then just today I decided to take a picture of me in my library at school. Click.

Lots of pretty messy books. I mean: lots of pretty messy books. Ok- I guess I meant what I typed the first time.
Life is good on the ranch (if one acre in the city can be considered a ranch- which I think it can).
Until next time, friends...
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