Last weekend, T and I spent some time outside on fall chores. There were canna bulbs to dig up, leaves in the backyard too mulch, and leaves everywhere in need of raking. Though I don’t have any in my yard, my street is lined by tall sycamore trees. Sycamore leaves are everywhere. These leaves are enormous.
As I raked them into piles for collection, I remembered that little boy JT often admired these leaves and kept a look out for the largest ones. The year he was 10, we made pictures of the biggest of the year.
He was best-pleased by this activity. These days, when I see an especially large sycamore leaf, I think about that little boy and the ways he brought so much laughter into my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment