It’s become a yearly aunties’ playtime to rake leaves from our big tree out back and let the kids enjoy them.
The backyard rang with lots of happy laughter and blurs of leaf throws. Sometimes the girls would have to call for a pause while the pile got re-raked. At the end, leaves were bagged up.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
and cometh down from the Father of lights, with
whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”