It is funny how some childhood pleasures never seem to fade. The simple novelty of the jingle from Wallace and Gromit, those peanut butter and jellies, or even, a pile of leaves -- these things are not limited by time or age, but continue to entertain throughout the years.
Campus was generously supplied with numerous piles of leaves over mid-semester break, and it did not take long for Maria and I to respond to their inviting presence. After some preliminary frolicking and leaf-throwing, we plopped ourselves quite comfortably in the center of a pile, and joined by other classmates, began to read.
The musty smell of leaves makes a lovely accompaniment to the thoughts of Martin Mosebach on the Liturgy, and as we read, the scents and textures of the leaves drew me back to my 8-year-old-self. Leaf piles were my favorite part of Autumn in my younger years, and even now, as a college student, I can honestly say that their status remains the same. Granted, the Graci of 10 years ago would not have sat down to read Mosebach or study Euclidean Geometry in a freshly raked pile of leaves... but she certainly would have enjoyed sitting in them just as much as the Graci of today.
Some things really don't change -- I can't imagine my appreciation for a nice pile of leaves ever lessening. And as the years progress, and we continue to appreciate the things of our childhood, we can compare these simple novelties with our present state of life, and look in amazement at how much we have really grown.
Wishing you a happy and leaf-filled Autumn!
Graci Rose
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