Running through leaves, jumping in leaves and being buried in leaves translates to "..let's make a mess of the pile that dad has gathered for bagging." Or at least that's how our father would have interpreted it when we were growing up. Fortunately, my brother has an adjusted attitude about my nieces love of the fallen stuff.Thursday, October 30, 2008
Leaves, Leaves everywhere
Running through leaves, jumping in leaves and being buried in leaves translates to "..let's make a mess of the pile that dad has gathered for bagging." Or at least that's how our father would have interpreted it when we were growing up. Fortunately, my brother has an adjusted attitude about my nieces love of the fallen stuff.
