When Leaves Leave

My son is too young to call 911. Good thing, or he’d been on the phone this morning.

We spent several evenings together last week raking up fallen leaves into big piles perfect for jumping in and running through. Nature’s bounty.

This weekend we gathered all those leaves and stored them nicely in bags and put the bags away in a space in out in the front yard, next to the driveway and near the curb. There they would stay, my son assumed, for future use, much as he puts his blocks away in a container and sets them on a shelf.

This morning, the little guy happened to be looking out the front window when men in a truck pulled up and began TAKING HIS LEAVES. Protests and warning to his mother went unheeded; the men got away with the leaves.