The sky was the color of my blueberry stained fingers and dotted with whip cream clouds. I lifted my head as the blueberry dream fell away and the ground came rushing up to meet me. The fire tipped leaves surrounded and caught me. Falling into the leaf pile was a delight I never tired of. I got up and did it like it was my last time ever. With gusto. I made leaf angels in the over sized pile surveyed the imprint my body had left. Again and again I threw back my head and fell into the soft arms as if I were a tree being felled. I squirmed off the branch that was poking my back and dodged the leaves came raining down over me.
"Amy! Get out of my leaf pile!"
I tried to hide underneath the leaves hoping my dad wouldn't see me. But he did. He pulled me out, dusted the leaves out of my hair and handed me a large bag.
"Hurry it up, its getting dark."
Childhood and fall are best friends.
Emily described it as a delicacy. I think she is onto something there.
And so, with the weatherman predicting *snow* tonight, we grabbed our jackets and went out to partake of the bounty of fall. Keith to play in it, and me to clean it up like a responsible adult.
However, I was only able to get half of the yard raked up before I inevitably was forced to retire my plans. As soon as I had a pile made, it was delightfully destroyed. And I couldn't say anything because visions of the seven year old me came back. The joy of being engulfed in a bed of leaves was too strong. I succumbed to the delights of childhood with Keith as my guide and together we played in that pile of leaves.
And tomorrow if there is enough, we will play in the snow!