There is an area of scrub bush out behind the kids' house.
Two autumns past, on a walk with the kids, we came upon a large pile of leaves that had been dumped there. The kids had a fine time playing in them.
Last year, we went back, and we did it again . . . oops . . . almost two weeks ago already.
We were minding the kids on a PA Day, and visiting the leaf pile was our last item on the day's list. It was rather cold, but we bundled well, and the kids enjoyed themselves once again.
One simply must enjoy the thrill of lying in a leaf pile. In fact, two should enjoy the thrill if at all possible.
She had a wonderful time tossing leaves this way and that way and over her head way.
She even took it upon herself to empty some that were stilled bagged and then kick them about. Indeed, what a kick life can be.
He quite enjoyed carrying handfuls hither, thither and yon.
And it's always the right time for a boy to pick up sticks.
Grandma supervised form a safe distance in her colourful way.
And that just about wraps up autumn for this year.
I'm serious. It snowed the next day.