So… it’s Autumn. We moved to a less desert-like climate and, as a direct consequence of that action, we’re experiencing the glory of Autumn instead of just a colder “brownness.” As I type this our front door is open to allow the sound of leaves blowing in the wind, falling on the grass, and blowing down the street into our home (along with the cooler air). The sunlight flickers against the doorway as the leaves move in and out of its rays due to the wind. The whole effect is like that of a candle, but with daylight. It’s a lovely lovely time of year. Something that my family has missed for a number of years and have been more than happy to return to. Our son, however, finds all of this new. Hew as born in our desert-like climate (with its own attributes to be sure), so he is woefully unaware of the joys of this season (an opinion that my wife and I share).
So earlier today (and earlier last week) we came home to find a small pile of leaves in our front yard. The leaves had taken their time falling and had created a pile. Our son, having never been around the wonder that is Autumn, thought nothing of this pile. His parents, who grew up in this climate, knew better. “Jump in.” He was hesitant. He probably thought “I’m already on the ground,” or “those aren’t soft,” or “into what?” He had to be shown. We showed him. Then we threw him in. Then… Well, then he played. Leaves flew everywhere and were as numerous as the smiles. Leaves, it turns out, are soft when you jump into a large enough pile of them. And you can stomp through them! And you can throw them in the air and watch them fall! Yes! Leaves are fun! Even if only a small pile.