Thursday, October 29, 2015
The last few days have brought wind and rain and rumors of snow. So the last of the golden leaves are shaken off their wet limbs. Autumn is simply spectacular here. The sugar maples turn to a flaming red and their leaf-load is as voluminous as a country singer's hair. They release a sweet smell as they fall, and it brings back early childhood memories of adventures in the woods and raking huge piles to jump in and somewhere in my mind there's a photograph floating around of a particularly vibrant tree that was in my grandparents front yard.