Blowing leaves, glowing leaves,

Crisp as autumn weather.

Kick a few, pick a few,

stick a few together.

Make a pile, rake a pile,

takes a while to do it.

When you're done, have some fun,

running, running through it!

That is a poem from a weekly reader from when I was a little girl living in Grand Junction. It is one that my sister and I always remember at this time of year!

Cort and his girls love playing in the leaves.And throwing them at each other!

And it is back to riding the bike for Ky!