The whirlwind of October continues with a burst of autumn leaves blowing in my face. Beautiful, and lots of raking into piles only to have the kids joyfully jump into them. I am picking up the most important piles first, then enjoying (when I remember too) the colors of all of them.
4 comments:
Dad we don't jump into leave piles. It hurts and plus the gardener rakes away all the leaves. You lied to the public. We don't jump in leave piles. Dad you don't even rake leave piles, you just throw the leaves away in small incraments.
Julia,
I’m speaking metaphorically.
Love Dad
tough crowd
This convo between you and your daughter is so amazingly funny. I can't get over it.
I was going to comment on this piece but I can't remember what I was going to say anymore. ha!
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