Ten years ago, the boys "helped" Dad rake the yard
for the first time, and afterward,
enjoyed their first game of leaf jumping.
How quickly time has passed.
Today, leaf-chore time quickly evolved
into an exercise in long jumping.
As Orville crashed into the leaf pile,
this is what my mind's eye saw...
...so I'm sure glad my camera caught this....
Then Wilbur took off like the wind...
...and I recalled the days
when all he could do was sit among the leaves
and clap and gurgle.
He's not so little any more.
In fact, the King of the Mountain
challenged the men
to a jump off.
(Boys will be boys, after all!)
Happy Fall, Y'all!