They weren't big piles
but they were big enough
for my boys
to have one of the most fun afternoons
they've had all season.
We raked them up
to the base of the slide
and they let themselves go
time and time again.
Each landing was magnificent
and was followed by a climb back up to the top
to do it all over again
and again
and again.
It never got old.
Some of us took it a little more easy
and kicked back in the hammock for a while
because it was our prerogative.
We weren't alone in enjoying the day.
"Our dog" (our neighbors' dog) Maisy came over and kept us company.
Yep, Sunday was just about perfect. Tongues hangin' out and all.