Leaves a Fallin’
Nature creates a lot of busy work this time of year. It is mostly raking leaves and battening down the hatches for the oncoming winter. There are quite a few trees on and around our property and they sadistically stagger the release times for their leaves. Which in turn spreads the raking season out over a long period of time. This wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for some external factors: my children. For some reason they love to play in the piles of leaves.
The act of raking can be a peaceful and enjoyable activity… up to a point. After three good piles I’ve had enough. I often do this chore while the kids are napping and take them outside a little while later. Even though there are numerous things to do in our yard they are magnetically pulled to the piles of leaves. The joy on their faces when they take that first leap into the rotting tree droppings is priceless. So is the first scream of pain when they get stabbed in the side with a broken stick that I carelessly raked into the pile.
My daughter likes to cover her and her brother in as many leaves as possible, which means that a mandatory bath must be given that evening. So much for watching Jeopardy that night. Our son is new to the leaves game, but he jumped right in, literally. He loves running them through his fingers and occasionally tasting the different flavors such as maple, ash, oak, dirt and worm. Each one seems to please him because he repeats the process quite often.
Don’t get me wrong here, I enjoy watching my children having fun, but the piles start spreading out the longer they play in them and before I know it all my hard work is destroyed. Maybe I should designate one pile as the play pile and the rest off limits. Yeah, that will work. Try telling an eighteen month old that he can’t jump in that pile even though it’s just like this pile. He’s usually reasonable, but that’s asking for much. Oh yeah, he’s hardly ever reasonable and is free spirited. That’s the politically correct term for a wild man who likes to get into everything.
I guess it’s my fault for taking the kids outside when they should be in the house playing video games or watching Robots, again.