Fall Colors. . .

Raking up the leaves to jump in the leaf pile was always my favorite part of autumn. Red, orange, and yellow fluttering leaves fluttered to the ground just waiting to be raked up. For some reason, jumping in the leaf pile never got old. Raking never even seemed like work because the end product was so much fun. You could throw leaves at your brother and it didn't hurt. You could bury your brother in the leaves and he could still breathe. . . The leaves were the nearly perfect plaything. It was always sad when it was windy and the pile dispersed or it rained and the leaves got soggy.