One of my favorite newly rediscovered delights, something I used to do as a child and had forgotten about, is crunching through the blanket of fallen leaves that cover almost every inch of the ground. The sound is both exciting and comforting. I remember when I was a child (just yesterday I believe), my siblings and I (the ones who were old enough) used to jump into the piles of leaves my father would rake up; while the memory brings me incredibly warm memories, I would not jump into a pile of leaves today, (mostly because there aren't any piles, we leave them spread about like a forest quilt, and honestly, if there were piles, I am not so sure my body, though it still insists it is youthful, would appreciate the act of jumping into them), but the pleasure I get from crunching through the blanket with every step, and giving a good kick to watch them fly ahead of me, is a joy-filled experience that brings out the child in me and makes me love these Indian Summer days all the more! Here is a brief video, capturing the sound of the crunching. I hope you enjoy (if you are receiving this by email, you may need click on www.liseslogcabinlife.com to be able to click the start button on the video).
Ahhh, Indian Summer. Perfect while it lasts. Have I told you lately how grateful I am to be living this log cabin life? I am!
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