It was a cold but beautiful morning.
Mary loved this time of year with all the leaves in the
trees changing color.
The cool breeze
meant you could wear woolly jumpers and a hat.
But most of all Mary loved going for walks in the woods with
Mum, Dad and Joe so she could walk through the fallen leaves and listen to them
rustle.
They all had porridge for their breakfast.
They were off to a good start now to find the jumpers,
jackets, wellie boots, scarf’s and hats.
It was cooler but not freezing yet so they all decided on
Jackets, willies and hats for now but Mum packed gloves just encase they were
needed, and off they went into the woods.
It was a lovely day, the sun was shining the skies were
clear, it was cold but everyone had their woolly jumpers on so they were lovely
and warm.
The trees were they were a rainbow of colour all different
shades of red, orange, yellow, some had a little bit of green left on their
branches.
They all waked further into the woods some of the trees had
lost lots of leaves already.
This was
what Mary had been looking for. Lots of
leaves to kick up and listen to them rustle.
Mary and Joe had a great time running, walking slowly
through the deepest bits and jumping on the bigger piles.
Dad was happy it wasn’t on his pile he had made in the
garden.
Mum spotted a red squirrel running through the branches
looking for any nuts that were left they all stood still and watched for a
bit.
They made it to the top of the hill.
The view was wonderful, all the different
colours against the clear blue sky.
Mum
handed out some apples and bananas as they all took a quick rest and admired
the scenery.
Once they had all finished their fruit, they decided to make
their way back home.
Dad saw a good fallen branch to use as a walking stick,
while mum picked up a few of the more unusual leaves as they were walking.
Mary and Joe were still fascinated with kicking up the
leaves and making patterns from their steps.
Although Joe was getting tired, so dad let him sit on his
shoulders. Now Joe had to be careful, he
was high enough to get caught in the branches.
That was a good walk, they all had red rosy cheeks.
“How about some hot chocolate?” asked Mum.
“Yes” was the quick reply from everyone.
Everyone took off their jackets, hats and wellie boots once
they were in the house.
They washed their hands and got seated at the kitchen
table.
Mum put a plate of cookies in the centre of the table for everyone
to share, and poured everyone a good mug full of hot chocolate each.
The room was quiet except the crunching from the cookies and
the slow warm sips from the hot chocolate.
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