My dad took these photos of us (my sister Val and me) playing among the fallen leaves on a crisp November day back in 1976.
I was four years old, the same age Clover is now. While I'm able to conjure vague bits of memory from days like it, I don't necessarily remember this day in particular.
Nowadays I treasure having these images to look back on, with their power to bring focus to a faded recollection. A little version of me running wild in the woods.
As we were driving away from Clover's pre-school the other day, the breeze lifted a pile of leaves on the side of the road, sending their bright colors up into a whirling spiral.
Mama, did you see the leaves?!
I did honey, wasn’t that cool?
Her voice filled with astonishment:
Mama, I didn’t know leaves could play!
I'm guessing one day she may not recall having made this wonderful discovery, but I'm willing to bet she'll appreciate that I felt compelled to write it down :)