The past few weeks here in Utah have been beautiful. Cool, crisp, and smelling of Fall. Fall is hands down my favorite time of year, and it's so nice to be somewhere were we actually have a Fall. Arizona just had hot, hotter, and a few "Cool" days maybe in December and January.
One of my fondest memories growing up is how our two large maple trees in the front yard would shed their leaves. My Dad would always go out and rake them up, and I think my brother and I didn't help much by jumping in the piles. There did come a time when we were older when we had to start raking up the leaves, and I remember not enjoying them quite as much. Anyhow, I have a fondness for the changing colors of leaves, watching them fall off their branches, and how it seems in just a few days the process is through, and then their are big piles to play in.
Luckily, I was not disappointed, and we were able to play in the leaves that fell from Grandma and Grandpa Shuldberg's walnut tree! I am so happy Hudson enjoyed it too!