Exactly three minutes

The sun is shining.  The sky is crystal clear.  

 

There is a warmth in the air - Autumn's last hurrah!

The lone garden inhabitants plucked from their withered vines.  The harvest officially closes.

The kids are inside the house finishing their morning indoor adventures.  Quietly awaiting their arrival are two fresh piles of crunchy, fluffy leaves - compliments of Dad!  

This is a moment the youngest has been waiting for since the first hint of color in the leaves just outside my bedroom window.

One by one, they come out of the house and greet the piles with giggles and glee.

They run and jump with all they've got.

For exactly three minutes . . .

And then they are done!