Sunday with Esmé

Pumpkin faces, little houses, and the ubiquitous band-aids. I rather like the morning visits, they're too short, but I have the rest of the day to lay around.
Though this afternoon we dressed up, if you can call it that anymore, and went to a funeral for an orchestra conductor. Sixty years old, he died of a brain aneurysm. 
Rainy and warm.