Wednesday before Thanksgiving, we went to the Pretz's to see everyone who came into town. Anne and Humbi, Great Grandma and Grandpa Larson, Uncle Mark, Aunt Joanie, and of course our thoughts were with Uncle John over in Iraq. I took Clara outside to play in the leaves. She found them so interesting, and then Great Grandpa shook the branches over her head to make the leaves fall. Oddly enough, the leaves were completely off the tree the next morning thanks to some high winds and a cold front.
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