One minute it is raining the next sunny followed by big black clouds that give me a moment or two to stop work and come inside so I can write about my love of autumn.
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| yellow is such a cheerful colour |
When I was younger the house we lived at had a huge liquidambar and huge elm right next to each other which would rain down and cover the ground with leaf poo. Dad would go out each Sunday and spend quite some time raking it all up into piles. Now I also have to say gardening never was a favourite thing to do for dad and it has even less appeal these days. I would stand at the back window watching with great interest as he laboured away creating his piles.
It was back in the day where you could no longer burn off and there was no green bin nor was composting such a big thing back then. So as he went off to collect the bin I would quick as a flash race out to kick, throw up leaves, lay down and roll about in those gorgeous big piles. Sometimes I even had enough time to escape back inside before dad got back. But mostly I was handed the rake to get them back in there piles where I would often have to repeat kicking them all over the place and end up re-raking. Perhaps that is part of the rest why I became a gardener?
I am not sure I will ever be cured of the kicking about of autumn leaves even today i will gather a pile to throw over the dog on our afternoon walks. So tell me your stories that involve autumn.
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| Ooo Look how tempting that pile of crunchy leaves are :o) |
I am not sure I will ever be cured of the kicking about of autumn leaves even today i will gather a pile to throw over the dog on our afternoon walks. So tell me your stories that involve autumn.
