Our Leaves were Stolen

Yesterday I was inside and heard voices in my side yard. I went out onto the deck and watched as five young kids piled leaves from a maple tree in a big heap. One of them had a rake. I stepped forward and showed myself and said, “Hi! Whatcha doing?”

Startled, the oldest boy said, “Uh, we are taking your leaves . . . Is that okay?”

“Why do you want my leaves?”

Another boy answered, “Well, we don’t have any in our yard. We want to make a big pile to jump in!”

They seemed embarrassed, but I thought it was wonderful. “Hey, I’ll get you giant bags and another rake!” I hurried to get them. (What luck!)

I wonder what the parents thought when a truck-load of leaves appeared in their yard, right, lol?

-Nealie 😆