Yesterday was beautiful outside. Mid sixties with a slight breeze. I've been watching kids before afternoon kindergarten and after school during harvest and yesterday before we dropped our friend off for school we went and hunted for a good leaf pile to play in.
Old buildings with big draping old trees are perfect! We kicked leaves and listened to them crunch under our feet. Made leaf angels and buried our legs. Kate may have eaten more than I would love to admit. But it was a perfect ten minutes. Things have seemed to be moving very fast lately between keeping up with keeping the house in working order with three extra sets of hands and just with harvest in general. I feel like a mouse getting its burrow ready for winter. Which is silly because I'm not hibernating, I just feel like because its fall there's so much more to do and prepare for. But it was nice to pause for a few minutes. Not worry about the 45 minute drive to Costco and other errands and how my kids would act missing their naps. Not worrying about what else I could or should be doing.
Pauses are good. Breaks are necessary. And playing in the leaves was a perfect break from being a mom. I didn't have to worry or continuously ask for something to be done. I got to just play and throw leaves and roll around on the ground to. And it was marvelous. 
