The best time of year for me is Fall, when the air is crisp and cool, the skies are Carolina blue and the trees reveal a new color every day. I can’t wait to see what is in store for us this year. Of course, Autumn has only just begun but , I am ready sweater weather and leaves, lots and lots of beautifully colored leaves.
My childhood home had an interesting yard. I always thought my back yard looked more like a front yard because of its open space and green grass, while my front yard had a ton of trees capable of producing thousands of little tiny colorful leaves that would need to be raked up by the end of November. This chore was assigned to my father, who in turn drafted my brother and I to “help”. It wasn’t really that hard to get us to help because the weekend before the “BIG rake”, we were allowed to create the Granddaddy of all street layouts to ride our bikes through. We built an entire city of straight roads, curvy roads and roundabouts; and for one whole week, my brother and I maintained our roadways and rode our bikes happily through them until the following Saturday when my Dad had to take away our beautiful little city and rake them into GIGANTIC piles of leaves!!! These things were big enough to literally dive into and get buried for hours. It was great and yes, I was easily entertained as a child, but weren’t we all? We didn’t have a whole lot of distractions like our children today (or at least that is what I am supposed to say, now that I am an adult). When our family moved to Charlotte when I was a teenager, our new house didn’t have really any trees, as we were moving into a brand new development. They had removed all the trees and planted two sad little sticks in the front yard. I didn’t really seem to mind then because I was a teenager and the days of little leafy streets were behind me. But in reality, I would have given anything for that giant pile of leaves!!!
What is your favorite Fall memory?