like a tree.

Last year, I raked the yard seventeen times in seventeen days.
Last year the leaves were crawwwwwling with june-bugs.

Last year I wouldn't let the pirates jump in. 

When they protested

I promised that at some point in their long legged lives, 

I'd let them jump in leaves

This year we raked a path, prepared the pile... 

and they jumped and rolled to their heart's content.

Robs even took off her shoes. 

The weather is slightly unconventional.
I like it.