When I think of fall in the little community I grew up in, I think of school starting, Thanksgiving, canning, pulling up the garden, frosty mornings and leaves. We had a huge maple tree in the front yard, several small maples, crabapples and an elm, I think it was. Oh, right, and a forest off the back yard. There was a lot of raking to be done. Of course, this meant mountain sized heaps of brightly coloured leaves to jump in, toss in the air, burrow under, and roll through.
While my street is lined with enormous maples, the building management company hires someone to look after our yard. This means I don’t have to mow or rake! But it also means that there aren’t heaps of leaves for Cameron to play in.
Except … we have neighbours! Who rake the leaves from their yard!