Growing up in South Africa I never got to experience running through piles of raked-up leaves in Autumn. The utter joy of seeing the golden leaflets flying as one’s feet knifed through them. Yesterday a few of us were working at the play park at our church, when this little one came to play. And this, truly, is what Autumn is all about – in her opinion anyway.
What were we thinking, working on this perfect Autumn afternoon, when we should have been raking our own piles of leaves together? But no, we left her to have all the fun.