Whirling, twirling round and round

Falling Leaves

Little leaves fall softly down
Red and yellow, orange and brown
Whirling, twirling round and round
Falling softly to the ground

Little leaves fall softly down
To make a carpet on the ground.
Then, swish, the wind comes whistling by
And sends them dancing to the sky.

I can't help but love when the leaves change color. Parents pull out the fall jackets and sweaters. Pumpkin patches are full of children. Apple cider is found hot on the stove. Rakes litter the yard with piles of leaves ready to be jumped it. Shouts during football games. That crisp breeze that flows through the trees.
Memories flow of this beautiful time of year. The echo of Garrett's voice and how he would say ''pumpkin pie'' in years past. Myself and my siblings would spend hours outside in our yard. The chore to rake up the pine cone needles would never be completed. Oh, we would ''start'' to rake them into piles... after gathering a decent pile, we created blueprints of houses on the ground. There was always a certain competition between us to create the best house. Although the sun would set and our hands would go numb. We never wanted to venture back into the house.
What memories do you have this time of year? I recall learning that myself and hayrides DON'T mix well (extremely allergic to hay). So,. who ever chooses to marry me. You will be the one to take the kids on hayrides someday, while I joyfully wait and enjoy hot apple cider. Corn mazes are a blast! I haven't been through many, but that will change as the years come and go.

I like what Robert Brault has said,..
"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things." I see that this to me is true. What are the little things that mean the most to you?