Falling Leaves

We don’t have big leafy trees at our house. We have trees. They’re just the evergreen kind. They don’t change colors with the changing seasons. Sometimes it makes me sad. I love fall. I love fall leaves. I love falling leave. I’m not sad, though, when I don’t have to rake them into piles.

What we do have, though, is wind. Lots of wind.

And so the wind brought us leaves.

After school yesterday the kids and I raked some up into a big pile and we played.

They threw leaves up.

I was amazed at the huge handfuls their small hands can hold.

Then they threw them at each other.

Then they, of course, turned on me.

Turns out this girl is ruthless in a leave “fight.” Despite her name.

I was finally able to convince them to build up the pile of leaves and do some jumping. While I picked the leaves off my camera, out of my hair, and mouth, and shirt.

We took a break to wave to some noisy geese as they flew by.

Now back to the leaves.

Happy Fall!