Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus
Autumn is a beautiful time in Kentucky, but I always want the leaves to cling to the branches of the maples a little longer. Some maples are still showing off their colorful leaves but the ones in my yard let theirs drift down to be chewed up by the lawnmower. The rains knocked them down.
No grandkids came to play in the leaves in this unusual year of few visits. Plus the grandkids are getting older and not as crazy about getting leaves in their shorts these days, but they didn’t mind a few years ago and had plenty of fun jumping in the leaf piles and burrowing down under the leaves. Me, I always stuck with the raking and let them do the jumping.
I’ve had some dogs that really liked making a bed in leaves too. My sweet Oscar loved curling up in the leaves and if there was a kid in the pile with him, he was even happier. I think Frankie is too busy to want to lie still in the leaves but Marley might like them if I piled up some leaves in the backyard for him. Then again, he might like his soft dog bed better.
Raking up a big pile of leaves and then playing in the pile is one of the simple pleasures of fall along with biting into a crisp, just picked apples, going on a hayride, getting lost in a corn maze, picking the last vegetables from your garden, crunching along through the fallen leaves on a walk in the woods, drinking apple cider.
What are some of the simple pleasures of autumn you can name?
