This poem is beautiful, and so are the memories you shared. I'll go third - a few falls ago we picked fall leaves, cherry leaves, and oak leaves, and dipped them in bees wax. It was so fun to collect them and dip them, then to tie them on strings and hang them in the window. My second on is from when I was about 8 years old, and Dad covered me in fall leaves, and you took a video of me asking "where is Csermely, where is Csermely?" and then I sat up quickly and said "here I am!"
That is truly a wonderful and unique memory ♥ Thank you for sharing it! I lost my glasses once out in the backyard, but never in leaves, what a hunt that must have been.
This poem is beautiful, and so are the memories you shared. I'll go third - a few falls ago we picked fall leaves, cherry leaves, and oak leaves, and dipped them in bees wax. It was so fun to collect them and dip them, then to tie them on strings and hang them in the window. My second on is from when I was about 8 years old, and Dad covered me in fall leaves, and you took a video of me asking "where is Csermely, where is Csermely?" and then I sat up quickly and said "here I am!"
Will cherish these shared memories forever! ♥
That is truly a wonderful and unique memory ♥ Thank you for sharing it! I lost my glasses once out in the backyard, but never in leaves, what a hunt that must have been.