Leaves. While I love this time of year it is the beauty of it I love so much - NOT the labor of it. I guess everything comes with a price. This is a picture of my back yard this morning. The leaves are soaking wet from this week's rain. While wet leaves are easier to rake, they don't make for good piles to swing and jump into - at least that's what I was told by the little Hubbas.
I'm lucky I have built in labor. Look at these two little busy bees. This lasted about 20 minutes and then...
. . .the announcement I just heard from the back door "We've done 20 piles! Can we come in?"
Me: "No. You need to go play."
I'm down with the creepy crud that's been making its way around our house. Right now I just want to sleep. But, that aint gonna happen.