Saturday our whole neighborhood was out enjoying a rare sunny and warm November 1st.All the men worked on raking or mulching their leaves. The women chatted and watched as the kids played in piles and piles of leaves on each front yard.I can no longer feel the magic of laying in a pile of leave. All I can think is dirt and more dirt.M and E can still feel the magic and I hope for many years more too.
A pile of leaves is a fort,clouds,snowfalls and a barrel of laughs.
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