Ruth enjoyed autumn about two months ago in New England. We're still waiting for the maple tree in our front yard here in northern Florida to turn red, but in Atlanta over Thanksgiving weekend, we got a glorious autumn--yellow, orange, and brilliant red leaves. AND my sister's next door neighbor's yard was covered with fallen leaves.
Eleanor and Isaac and I scraped and kicked and carried them into a pile nearly four feet high and then jumped and burrowed and hid. Every day we were there (well, till the rain dampened them and our enthusiasm) we played in the leaves. It felt so virtuous, so fun! Reminded me of Last Child in the Woods.
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