Autumn blur
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primsongOctober is certainly underway, I can tell because it's whipping past at the same blinding rate it always does for me, with the bookfair and two family birthdays, fundraisers and remodeling... Just once I would like everything to sloooow down in October instead of speed up, so I can take the time to truly enjoy the leaves changing colors - so beautiful - and the mist in the mornings and the crispness of the air without having to exhale that breath of crispness to say "Hurry up! Did you remember you lunch? What's that sticking out of your backpack? It doesn't matter which seat you sit in, just get in the car!"
Our birch is always a step ahead of the rest of the trees on our block, I don't know why. It isn't even in tandem with the rest of the birches. In the spring it is the first tree with new, bright, perfect, tiny leaves emerging - and in the fall it is the first to drop its leaves. They have been blanketing my cars and driveway and yard in a golden carpet and I have no time to rake them, besides the kids like to play in them. My fussy but goodnatured neighbor blows them into heaps for me now and then, when he's removing that itty bitty speck of untidiness from his own little golf course next door. Poor guy, doomed to live by someone who lets the kids (gasp!)dig in the yard. I noticed this morning the top is almost bare - the other trees are just starting to turn now. What loveliness there is in Fall. How I wish it lasted just a bit longer.
Are the leaves turning in your yard? Do you scoop them into piles to play in, crunch through them, gather the sweetest for a basket on your table? If not...why?
Our birch is always a step ahead of the rest of the trees on our block, I don't know why. It isn't even in tandem with the rest of the birches. In the spring it is the first tree with new, bright, perfect, tiny leaves emerging - and in the fall it is the first to drop its leaves. They have been blanketing my cars and driveway and yard in a golden carpet and I have no time to rake them, besides the kids like to play in them. My fussy but goodnatured neighbor blows them into heaps for me now and then, when he's removing that itty bitty speck of untidiness from his own little golf course next door. Poor guy, doomed to live by someone who lets the kids (gasp!)dig in the yard. I noticed this morning the top is almost bare - the other trees are just starting to turn now. What loveliness there is in Fall. How I wish it lasted just a bit longer.
Are the leaves turning in your yard? Do you scoop them into piles to play in, crunch through them, gather the sweetest for a basket on your table? If not...why?
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-13 01:19 pm (UTC)Our one family Autumn custom is to rake the leaves into the highest pile we can across the sidewalk for our daughter to ride her bike through. We take pictures just as she hits it and the leaves explode in all directions, then rake them up and do it again. We've done it since she had her first trike and even now at 13 she loves it.
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Date: 2004-10-13 01:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-13 01:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-13 03:21 pm (UTC)Fall in Buckland
Date: 2004-10-13 07:18 pm (UTC)Arayed on porch and on the table.
With leaves of orange, red, and golden,
Woven Wreath hangs on the gable.
Futile attempts; the leafs to gather,
Children and wind; laugh and scatter.
Mother makes pies; Father stacks wood,
The geese; I would follow: If only I could.
by: Ada
((((Primula))))