for leaf jumping (playing in the leaves)
When I was small it began as raking and ended as leaf jumping,
Listen to them crunch
The quiet before the storm
We talk about how this.....
the shoes are coming off.
Well...this cotton does not belong to me....and seeing as I don't want to get shot....I always say no.....even though I would really love for her to experience it.
On the way home from a family reunion Sunday....PaPa Jerry (not afraid of getting shot) stopped and picked Chloe a stalk.
Fascination abounds......in Chloe and in me.....Isn't God's creation amazing....Cotton...grows as a plant....made into string...made into material....made into lots of stuff.
Enjoy some of the Joys of Fall....and if you need some cotton just tell PaPa.
have a happy day