Nov 1 · 1 min read
Memories coming back of the years of growing up in Wisconsin, walking through the crunching leaves, the smell of their dryness wafting up. Beautiful colors pleasing to my eye, often too beautiful to leave behind and some brought home with me.
One year while visiting with my family (all still in Wisconsin), my young great-grandson saw a yellow leaf lying on the ground as we all walked to a restaurant. He thought it so beautiful, he picked it up and ran back to give it to me! I was very touched by that gesture, and to this day, I still have that special leaf! That little boy is now 15 years old! 💕😎
