My toddler grandgirls arrived mid-morning on a bright October day this weekend. The sky was filled with sunshine and Mother Nature dressed the day in assorted leaf wear.
It was one of fall's "just right" days to take a slow walk on the nature trail. Our first stop was the muddy pond? "Where are the ducks, Grandma?", my four-year-old granddaughter asked. She kept looking but they were no where to be seen.
"I guess they are hiding from us," I explained and so we moved on to find fall on the trail. Emily Dickenson's poem, Fall, Leaves, Fall, was on my mind. We were off to see if "every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."