"Fall colors are funny. They're so bright and intense and beautiful. It's like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary."
Lately our lives have been filled with the mundane hustle bustle of our days. Each ordinary day punctuated by some exciting venture spritzed throughout the week. We're finding ourselves outside less and inside more. Slowly we watched the leaves change from green to gold and now the branches almost bare. And we waited. We waited and waited until there were enough leaves on the ground to finally bring out the rake and wheelbarrow and experience fall at its finest.
We ran through the leaves, disturbing their peaceful slumber after succumbing to nature and falling to their final resting place in the grass. We took handfuls of leaves and threw them up in the sky, making them rain over us. We swept up armfuls of leaves and dumped them into the wheelbarrow and hauled them to the perfect dumping spot. We raked the scattered leaves across the yard to make the biggest pile we could muster. Then, waiting to hear the words, we raced to the pile and jumped in. Over and over again. Ready, setty, go!!!
Lately we've been soaking up this season of our lives, because soon enough this one will fizzle into the next, and then the next, and the one after that.