Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Autumn's Arrival

He walks over to the red wagon sitting on our porch. Grabbing the little blue rake, he insists on taking care of the leaves.
"I'll help you." he says. "You got a lot of leaves".
Our next door neighbor often comes to play with Mo and Maeve. Only six years,  but in their eyes, an expert. The pride visible in his eyes as the parade follows.
Mo first, accomplished on the art of stair climbing she asks him of his intentions as she follows close behind.
Maeve reaches her hand to me. The stairs still a daunting task to her nearly two year frame.

Step, Step, Step, then hop.

Reaching the final step, her hand escapes mine, as she runs to meet the others.

He works intensely. His inexperience with the rake evident by the lack of piles. The leaves looking no different then when he began. They stand, watching.
 In a moment,  inspiration overcomes me.
"Watch the girls for a moment" I ask. "I need to go get something."
Grabbing the keys, I begin down the drive, to the garage. Unlocking the door, I find it easily. Balanced against the wall, the silver rake sits. Hibernating through the year, now with autumn's arrival, the rake is alive again, a tool of necessity.
Walking up the path, I hear the familiar voice before I see her
"What you doing mama? Whatcha got in your hands?" she asks.
Her blue eyes look up inquisitively.
"I'm going to rake the leaves." I explain.
Her giggle overtakes her body as she explains, "You no rake! That's daddy!"

Today, it is my turn. 

Red, yellow, and orange overtake the green of the grass, as the weight of the rake falls into my hands.
The small, blue rake has been abandoned. Bodies race by in a whirl of laughter and shouts, as my own rake begins it's task. Creating small piles, the green is revealed again, occasional leaves fly by.
The pile emerges slowly. Quietly, they assess the scene.
Without reservation, they jump. Their smile and laughter fills the air.
I abandon the rake and join them.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot

For you, what does autumn evoke?
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  1. Yay! I'm so glad you jumped too. I can't wait to do that one with my son. Maybe not this year (I'm huge), but next for sure. What a wonderful way to just live in the moment.

  2. There is something so exhilarating about jumping into a freshly raked pile of leaves. Feels like wild abandon to kids and grown up who spend most of their time trying to be good boys and girls!
    You brought back some great memories to me.

  3. Good for you Jackie!! There's nothing more inviting than a big old pile of leaves ;)

  4. I love every last morsel in this!

    The details, the dialogue, you joining in- all perfection.


  5. It is such a small insert in your life, but a great story. Love you joining in.

  6. Oh, how I love jumping in a pile of leaves!

  7. I adore the narrative that runs through this. The tender motherhood at the beginning as you helped Maeve, and the child-like exuberance at the end!

  8. Such a fun mom! I love this story. It read so well and the images were thick and rich. Great job!


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