If you want to experience the season, burrow into the leaves with the children.
They hide deep within the piles, and even though it's decades later, I still recall the burnt spiced smell of leaf piles. I feel their scratch and crinkle on my face.
|A Child Hides in the Leaf Pile|
My daughter surfaces, smiling.
Living with flair means we burrow deep, experiencing it.
Do you have leaf pile memories?