It has finally started. The changing of colors. The preparation for colder days and chilly nights. Leaves are starting to collect at the side of road, just waiting to be crunched by my all-too-eager toddler. They don’t stand a chance.
During every outing, my little E and I spend a good amount of time searching for the reddest leaves, the biggest leaves, and the ones with holes in them that, according to E, look like faces.
The red leaves are the rarest of the bunch, since most of the trees in our neighborhood are still lounging around, savoring the warm days that we’ve been having here and there.
But that shouldn’t last for too much longer.
I can’t wait to walk around with E when the trees are at are their autumn best.