My daughters help rake the leaves into huge piles on the lawn. They use the tree swing to launch up and across the yard, releasing themselves like summer swimmers into a lake of golden water.
If you want to experience the season, burrow into the leaves with the children.
They hide deep within the piles, and even though it’s decades later, I still recall the burnt spiced smell of leaf piles. I feel their scratch and crinkle on my face.
|A Child Hides in the Leaf Pile|
I see the afternoon sun filtered through a million brown leaves. I hear that particular muffled silence that changes the whole world for a moment. I taste the leaves’ earthen powder on my lips.
My daughter surfaces, smiling.
She’s in there.
Living with flair means we burrow deep, experiencing it.
Do you have leaf pile memories?