A Blast of the Past #75: Leaves

The Simple pleasure. Leaves. Not nearly the wagon-loads from the dozen of ancient Maples on my Paternal Grandmother’s lawn — enough for leaf paths and forts — but enough to run and jump in. Too bad they aren’t that young enough anymore to enjoy that simple pleasure that way anymore.

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