Magical Day Under Falling Leaves

Tiny joyful girls twirling as a gazillion golden leaves flutter and spin and fall all around them from the same trees their mommy used to play under during the glories of warm fall crunchy-leaf days.

The laughing children chased leaves. And caught some. Leaves landed on us. The girls heaped them with rakes, along with already fallen leaves, then jumped in. 

Leaf salads happened.

Pretending to nap in the comfy pile, Grandpa was soon leaf-covered by gleeful granddaughters. 

The baby giggled and wiggled as she watched the leaves fly all around her bright-eyed self.

Squirrels skittered.

Birds swooped and soared, seeming to observe and even play along.

Rope swing rides ensued, curly golden hair floating on air, strong short legs pushing and pulling, cheeks rosy and glowing, eyes looking upwards into the oh-so-tall old trees, swinging forward and back, forward and back, dreaming.

Lunch on the patio.

Nuts set out for squirrels.

Happiness and restoration. Magical!

Autumn Sunday pleasures.

Have a lovely day!