“The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall”
Fall type of weather is beginning to manifest itself here in the southland bringing back memories of our childhoods. As the cold brisk air began moving across the land, the leaves would begin to change colors painting the trees in bright yellows, reds, oranges, and golds before making their final journey to the ground. The smell of fall would permeate the air with the scent of the decaying leaves. Soon after that the leaves would be raked into piles along the side of the street where fire would be set to them with a new aroma penetrating the atmosphere.
However, along their way to the side of the street, there would be huge piles of leaves in the middle of the lawn where us kids would play in them. The piles would be so high that we could jump into them and burrow under them to be completely hidden from site. We could move them around and make the outline of a play house where we would set up housekeeping. We would spend hours just frolicking in the leaves and having tons of fun. Now, I said all of that just to share some more grand kid pictures from New Hampshire.
Leaves, leaves, and more leaves; everywhere you look there are leaves. And where’s there’s leaves, there’s kids.
“Aaaah, the sweet, sweet smell of fall.”
Where’d Briana go? I just know she’s in there someplace.
There she is, and she’s found a katt in the leaves. Wow, this is better than Cracker Jacks – it’s Tigg.
Fall in New England, how gratifying. Our grandchildren are now living out the sweet memories of our past. What could be better than that? Life is Good!!!
May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. (I Thessalonians 5:28)