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Indian summer

Indian summer - Linda Bruce

From all seasons, I always preferred autumn. Call me a romantic, I don't care. I love walking outside when the trees are changing colors. I enjoy stepping like a child on the dead leaves, or tossing them in the air. The sound of the leaves rustling under my feet reminds me of my childhood.

If you just landed on this blog, you probably do not know that I grew up in the countryside. My parents had a self-sustainable farm, only twenty minutes away from the city. Except for the meat, we grew our own food. Each spring they would plant seeds or small plants from the nursery into the garden.

From a young age, my parents involved us in the farm work. They taught us how to care for the plants. We were uncharged with watering and plucking the bad weeds. Later on, we were helping them to pluck the fruits and vegetables. We even learnt how to make pickles and marmalade.

We had everything in our garden, from fresh aromatic herbs to all sort of veggies. In autumn, there was a lot of work to do in the farm. We didn't mind helping our parents. It was exciting. We were spending a great deal of time outdoors, and that's all that counted.

I was also responsible for cutting the grass and raking the garden. Because we had more than six mature trees close to the house, you can imagine the amount of leaves falling down. I was filling about three or four bags of leaves per day.

My younger sister liked to throw herself on the big piles of leaves, and toss them in the air. She pretended to be swimming. Thus, she was rolling up and down on the pile, rotating her arms and saying she was swimming in a pool of roses.

The Indian summer is her favorite time of the year as well. The other day, she invited me to pass by. She was having a barbeque party with some friends. It was such a beautiful autumn day! There were more than eighteen degrees outside. We spend the entire time on the patio, enjoying the warm weather.

While I was there, I heard her telling her daughter about how we used to play outside. She was emphasizing how we played together. I assumed that my niece was hooked on the IPad and that my sister was annoyed by it.

Both my sister and her husband have demanding jobs. She is a nurse and he works for a company that sells truck restraints systems. They are barely home and they feel that their daughter is drifting away from them.

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