One Autumn day, when I had just turned
four years old, my mother told me we were
going outside to rake leaves.
We raked and raked until we had
big piles of leaves.
Raking leaves turned out not to be one of
my favorite chores.
I looked so pretty in my outfit,
and my long ponytail had a nice curly flip to it.
You see, I was a prissy little girl,
and I didn't like to get dirty.
I thought raking leaves
smelled yucky and made me itchy.
I was so happy when my mother said
we were going to take a break for lunch.
But, when we finished and went back outside,
our piles of leaves were a big old mess.
My mother told me we would have to clean
up the blown leaves.
I asked her what had happened,
and she told me the wind blew our piles of leaves.
I said, "Momma, doesn't God make the wind blow?",
and she assured me He did.
Then, "God needs to clean up His mess."
As, you can see, leaves are still blowing ...
all these years later.
A few months after this event we moved
to south Florida where I was happy to see
leaves stayed on trees where they belonged.
And, when I grew up I married
a wonderful man that likes
to play in the yard.
He "sucks" up those fallen leaves with
his lawn vacuum.
There really is happily ever after.
Even for prissy girls that don't like to get dirty.
Today I am joining Cindy at