Now that our children are grown and have children of their own, my memories come forward and lead me down memory lane. The fun fall days come to mind of raking leaves and hearing them crunch underfoot and now our grandchildren enjoy the same activity.
When our two boys were young, we’d rake leaves and pile them high, then run and jump into them. Did you see the word, we? Yes, I’d run and jump into the high dried leaf piles with them, and do it all over again.
With our children, we’d gather fresh fallen leaves and press between wax paper and then tape on the windows. They’d look just like stain glass windows and so pretty. I would also place the leaves between sheets of paper and color. The many varied shaded patterns made great placemats for Thanksgiving.
We also had neighbors who enjoyed getting together in the evening. We’d all gather at the Olson’s, and have hot chocolate and a bonfire. What a treat! Everyone loved it. We’d roast marshmallows and this is where I learned about smores.
Returning home last weekend after babysitting the young grandchildren, we took a side road. The beautiful oranges, reds, and gold fall colors always made me smile.
All those wonderful memories. This is my favorite time of the year. What is yours?
You can read all about me in my website: Barb’s Books