One of my neighbours used to spend his weekends picking up every single leaf from his yard, until eventually he got sick of it and had the offending trees cut down.
Another neighbour spends autumn with a rake in her hands. I watch with an evil delight as she finishes a long afternoon of collating the mess, only for the wind to blow another gust of reds and oranges. You'd never know the ground had been green only a minute earlier.
At our place we let the leaves lie where they fall. I love to walk through them, finding a little satisfaction in the crunch. Like a full stop to another step taken.
Today, though, I'd like those leaves in neat little piles. I'd probably even go as far as sorting them into colours, and discarding those that are shades in between the vivid.
Instead, I'll let these little feet crunch in them, and wait out the unsettled gusts.
Oh this is why I love Autumn. The beautiful hue of the leaves as they change. The red, orange and yellow leaves scattering the ground. I love it.
ReplyDeleteLike Jodi, this is why I love Autumn. I think it's great that I can experience Autumn through your post and then look out the window here and see the trees budding with flowers and turning green.
ReplyDeleteI love watching the leaves change and also the crunch under your feet.
ReplyDeleteI really like autumn. I associate the budding autumn mist with a budding love affair. The crunch of the leaves acts as its voice; a subtle reminder of its presence. With each step on the pile of the leaves, the sound grows so do the eyes that watch 'me' loosen to 'its' presence!
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