Autumn Leaves
She breathed in deep intoxicated by the scent. Arms clutching her jacket tighter against the brisk wind, she drank in the sensation. It was autumn; she'd felt it coming for weeks but it was finally here. Standing in the kitchen doorway she saw the once green hill side covered in vibrant shades of reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The kaleidoscope of colors spread itself down from the hill side right into the back yard. The oak tree that had drawn her into choosing this house five years ago had now forfeited it's leaves.
"Mommy," called a giggling voice from outside.
She stepped out into the yard where her husband was raking leaves.
"Mommy," the voice called again. "Come and find us."
"Gracious me," she smiled, "where can my children have gone?"
A burst of giggles came from an obviously moving pile of leaves.
"Ron, have you seen our children?"
"No, darling, they must have disapparated while I was raking up."
"My goodness, what talented children we have to learn to disapparate at such a young age."
"Mommy thinks we deapparated," a second voice laughed.
"Rosie," she called melodically, "Hugo. Where are you?"
The pile giggled more excitedly.
"They'd better apparate back soon if they want hot chocolate."
"Hot chocolate!" the voices called in unison as a pair of red heads leapt from the pile of leaves.
"There you are," Hermione smiled, "I'm so happy you apparated in time."
"We didn't apparate Mommy," five year old Rose boasted, "we were hiding in the leaves."
"Oh, what a clever hiding place we would have never looked there."
"Is there really hot chocolate, Mommy?" little Hugo begged.
"There certainly is, lets all go get some."
Watching her husband and children racing for the kitchen Hermione sighed, she loved autumn.