Fallen Leaves: As I walked back from getting ingredients for pecan pie with Michelle, we weaved through a park, meeting grandmother willow and walking under her long leafy fingers, and walking past her shelter into a thick plush carpet of leaves. It was so thick it was like walking through water or snow, without being wet. If we kicked just a little bit it would rain bright colors of crunchy stuff.
Two things I'm grateful for. Making pecan pie from scratch and walking through the leaves
Fun!
Yum!
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