Help came in the form of our niece and nephew and their sons, whom I call the grands, and their unbridled energy and good will. The day dawned brisk and partly sunny with just a bit of wind. A good day for raking and watching the boys enjoy what is bound to be the last of Autumn.
The back yard was where efforts were concentrated today, and it all started here.
Scott had fun riding on the mower with Uncle Tom and he was such a big help.
Four or five trips to the front with lots of help in back made this first pile look like a hedgerow and each trip up to the road, everyone made time for some fun in the leaves. What is it about a huge pile of leaves that, no matter what age we are at, we are drawn to shuffle our feet and bury ourselves in the leaves?
When is it that we lose the magic of the seasons; the wonder and joy and pure bliss at fallen leaves, snowflakes, dandelions, and fireflies? Never, I hope. Never.