While we were traveling in America, blustery Belgian weather filled our back yard with leaves from all the neighbor’s trees. We took advantage of a crisp, clear autumn day to rake them all up. Well, I have been corrected that, actually, the three boys did it, not “we.”
Zachary seems to be easing into the oldest kid supervisory role in preparation for Jordan’s departure this summer.
There is nothing like the satisfaction of creating a big pile of leaves.
…I am the autumnal sun, With autumn gales my race is run;…
