Day Three Hundred Fifteen 2012

It’s that time of year. Can’t put it off any longer. Well, we could, but it just makes the job bigger and more time consuming.

Neil and I spent the whole afternoon doing this. Nice day for it, too. So much easier to rake when the leaves are dry and crisp.

And although most of our trees are bare….

….the neighborhood is filled with these huge yellow Maples—like the one next door—which are the last to turn and drop their leaves. I hope they stay put for a while longer. So pretty!

Almost gone.

FYI: we experienced an earthquake late this morning. What a strange feeling when the house is shaking under my feet and over my head. It lasted at my house for maybe ten seconds with a small aftershock. Apparently the 4.3 quake originated in southeastern Kentucky and was felt in at least 8 states. Or so I’ve heard. No damage here. What a wild ride! But nothing I’d care to repeat.
Happy Saturday to you and yours!

Day Three Hundred Nine 2011

  “And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you”
 Maxwell Anderson (American Playwright, 1888-1959)

Day Three Hundred Six 2011

Hubby Neil has been working, off and on over the past several months,  installing old-fashioned tin (actually aluminum) ceiling tiles in our living room. Today he placed the final tile. I told him he should sign it, so he did—our names, the date, and a smiley face for good measure.

The last one goes in place. Hooray! Now he has to install the cornice all the way around. Stay tuned.

This afternoon, grandson Elijah wanted to jump in the leaves. So Grandpa handed him a rake, and Elijah got to work, raking a pile of leaves to jump in.

His mom got in on the action, too, to make the work go faster.

Elijah takes a leap! All that hard work paid off in big time fun.

Grand daughter Shelby jumps in with a hot pink flourish. Jumping in a pile of November leaves is a rite of passage for any child who is blessed to have a pile of leaves. Today couldn’t have been a more perfect day for it.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Three 2010

Here's a blast from the past around this time three years ago. Grandson Elijah, who was fifteen months old at the time, was all decked out in his Big Orange outfit, raking leaves in my front yard. Time is flying!

Day Three Hundred Seventeen 2010

Leap!

"I love the leaves

I do not know why.

Is it their colors?

Or how they fly?

They crunch

And crinkle

Under my feet;

I pile them up

And take a leap."

~~Beth Paulsen

Day Three Hundred Twelve

November Means ... Raking Leaves


The Day - totally gorgeous and strangely warm

The Rake - big and sturdy, gave me blisters 'cause I did not wear gloves

The Pile - grew into small mountains along the way

The Blower - a great tool ... actually, the leaf blower was Neil

The Future - ah, the next door neighbor's beautiful Maple is always the last to turn and ...

... that's why they call it "Fall"

Day Three Hundred Ten

Oh, The Raking And The Piling And The Jumping And The Throwing Of Autumn Leaves

It's just the best fun on the planet on a November day.