We don't get a lot of leaves in the fall, which is plenty fine by me. I've lived on a tree-covered lot before, and I loved it except for the three straight weeks I'd spend cleaning leaves.
Here? Only a few leaves. But enough for jumping. Wanna see?
Riley's learning to do his share of the work. Only fair, since he'll get all the fun later.
"What, me help? Hmmm. Let me think about it."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Other things are requiring my attention."
"Like having the trampoline all to myself."
Back in the front yard, things have progressed nicely. See that tidy pile of leaves? Yeah. I can totally deal with that. Just enough for some jumping, then it's gone. Can I get a Hallelujah?
The jumping commences. Neighbor kids join us, because we so totally rock, dude.
We try to get Mason in the game, but she's not digging the leaves yet. This was the photo before the one where she's crying. Oh well, next year.
Yeah, Riley, better check out those leaves before they're gone. Won't be long, now. Daddy's gone to get the lawnmower.
One more jump? Well, ok then. It DOES totally rock.
Now, bring on the snow. I'm ready.