Who doesn't remember walking along the sidewalk or across the lawn and kicking the leaves that had fallen from the trees? I recall doing that. When that time arrived, we knew it was time to grab the rake and scoop up the leaves in the front yard into piles and push the piles into the street.
This morning as I was looking out my sunporch window I noticed that my yard was covered with leaves. The trees are getting barer by the minute since we have a steady "blow" of wind at about 15 mph, and are expected gusts later today in the 40s. Can't wait.
I'm watching the sliders on the porch to make sure they down bow in because of the wind like they did when Ike went through. The wind is howling -- folks that just means it's noisy -- through the area between the buildings, and i'm thankyou I don't see any shingles lifting from neighboring roofs.
I guess reminiscing about kicking up the leaves as I walked to school or ran across the yard to visit a neighbor is a Runnemede thing. I sure know I wouldn't be out there kicking up leaves any more. The knees don't go that way any more. LOL