On Saturday, I really missed my grandkids.
It was a day for raking... and raking... and then some more raking.
After clearing leaves from the north and east sides of the house, I started on the courtyard that faces south. This little area is home to 2 ancient maples, 40' of privet hedge, and countless scruffy trees. Apparently, all the inhabitants of this little courtyard speak the same language... they interpret the current season as a command and they let their leaves fall.
Was I missing my grandkids because I needed help raking? No.
It's because of this... (Normally, the back of the camera is where I like to be... but there was no way to show the true scope of my leaf pile without sitting down in front of it to give some perspective.)
Do you see my problem with this picture?
There is none of the glee that a huge pile of leaves brings to little bodies. There's no running and jumping and squeals of crunchy delight... no freshly raked leaves flying through the air, messing up the clean green grass.
For a moment it was too quiet.... then I remembered that I still have the other half of the yard to clean up.
Maybe next year. I'll have them bring extra rakes from home.
The earth, O Lord, is full of thy mercy: teach me thy statutes. Psalm 119:64