On Sunday afternoon, with a much welcomed break from the downpours of
recent days, we took a long walk around the neighborhood.
Cool and sunless, but not cold, just a lightweight jacket, and for me
a scarf as I love a warm neck, worked.
At the small park the trees are now dropping their leaves into the pond which is very high from so much rain.
There were just a few Canada geese and a pair of ducks swimming peacefully.
Have you noticed how walking through a carpet of fallen leaves always seems
to recall childhood memories?
Both Bob and I talked about this as we joyfully kicked the golden
piles underfoot. It's really wonderful that aging continues to bring
simple pleasures - I believe they are the best ones - and those childhood
games, so important in our development, are imprinted on our minds forever.
Do you jump in the Autumn leaves?