The Leaves Coming Down

I love seeing the leaves come down fast ... it's beautiful.

I was at the park today and the leaves were coming down so fast it was like snow. They were piling up everywhere, so there was nowhere to walk but on them.

There were leaves piled up at the bottom of the kids' slide. They hit the top of the slide and slid down.

Yesterday in about the same place but across the street, there were so many leaves coming off one tree it was stunning. The sun was coming from the west right through them and some of them were sparkling like fairy dust.

Labor Day Leaves

Labor Day isn't good news for summer lovers. It means "Last Chance." Do your last summer flings today because tomorrow is too late.

The great sleep for flowers and trees is at hand. I have the plant I bought at the greenhouse when summer was just coming on. Those were optimistic days. Stems were flexible. Blooms were bold. Grass was green. The plant became three times as big as it originally was. I repotted it midway through. It'll need to come in.

It'll be nice to see the leaves come down, since there's a great beauty in that. I love the crunch underfoot and the noise they make swirling against the house. Or fences. Or down the road. That's an interesting sight, to see leaves going straight down the road with the wind.

I always have the best of intentions for fall. And I do again this year. It's a great time to make resolutions of things you're going to do, mostly to enjoy it. Such as bundle up and go sit by a fence somewhere, a gnarly fence, let's say, one with an old wooden post.

I plan to pick up handfuls of leaves and examine them. Then let them go wherever they want.