On the third day of the blog challenge from The Sits Girls I give you a favorite Fall memory. I have a few, however, the one that keeps rearing it’s little head is when I was a child.
Both sets of grandparents lived on farms about 80 miles south of our home. We would travel there for weekend visits on a regular basis. I have such fond memories of the leave raking event that took place every Thanksgiving holiday.
There were tons of trees in both yards; and being old farm houses, they didn’t have air conditioning, except for the pleasant breeze provided by those towering Maple trees. It wasn’t until I was a teen that my maternal grandparents got a window unit for the living room. If truth be told, it wasn’t until I was a teen that they got indoor plumbing, but that’s more of a Winter tale, as in we had to go to the outhouse in the freezing weather, but I digress.
Back to the memory. We would divide our time between the grandparents’ houses, and multiply our efforts, as we raked, and worked, and jumped, and burned all those leaves. The smell of burning leaves never fails to take me back to those days of old…
The feel of the crisp Autumn air against my young skin, soon turned to warmth as I diligently worked alongside my comrades, to rid the yard of the beautiful crumbling masses of color.
The laughter echoing as my brothers and I would make the biggest pile we could before we took turns jumping into the shrinking heap, raking more, and doing it all again, until we were told it was time to add yet another pile to the fire.
Picking out the stray leaves and tiny twigs that somehow found a way down our shirts and jackets, poking our skin while settling into the crevices of donned and discarded and donned again clothing.
There are many memories of Fall but the ones that sweetly linger are the ones of days gone by.