On the move!

The leaves from the tall oak tree in our back yard had to be moved out to the tree lawn in front of the house. Pick up day is tomorrow, so Bob was doing the moving job this afternoon.

There was a day when we would rake the leaves into piles and let the kids have a glorious time jumping into the piles before we would burn them (the piles, not the kids). For me, the smell of burning leaves is redolent of childhood; unfortunately, burning them is against the law nowadays. One more childhood memory has become ancient history.