The leaves are falling from the oak and maple trees in the backyard. They dance their way down to our feet. Leif stomps on the crisp leaves and laughs — Mommy! Crunchy, crunchy!
While I close up the garden he fills the feeders and calls out to the birds — Common Chickadee! Cardinal! Wren! Common Bluejay! Common Woodpecker!
While I close up the garden he fills the feeders and calls out to the birds — Common Chickadee! Cardinal! Wren! Common Bluejay! Common Woodpecker!
It is a beautiful bright autumn day. The colours are bursting red and gold and brown. It looks like an oil painting.
I stand under the tall oak, the leaves drifting and spiralling in the wind, and I think about seasons and time and him and you.
I think about you.
Always, my love.
I think about you.
Always, my love.