“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot
What are you doing this weekend? Me? I will be blowing leaves, lots of leaves. The rain was wonderful, the wind helpful, the tornado that touch downed 7 miles from my house, destructive and the leaves, well, we are buried underneath them.
It is supposed to be a beautiful weekend, a wonderful weekend for a bicycle ride. But alas, I would suspect I will be pedaling around the yard with 25 pound motor strapped to my back blowing, you guessed it, leaves. Thousands of leaves with sadly thousands more clinging high above me waiting for the next big wind.
I will be creating a big pile of leaves this weekend. But sadly, I no longer have a brood at home to jump in my handy work. To squeal with delight as I bury them to hide from their mother or watch the dogs chase them through a red and yellow maze. No I will blow them to the curb unfortunately, I simply have too many to compost.
I love my trees, giant oaks that announce the arrival of Spring, and shade my home in the Summer. That fill with birds that sing and squirrels that play. But after twenty years of living among them I know their routine. First the acorns rain down on us fattening the chipmunks for the Winter. Then the leaves fall, in a seemingly endless stream, and then it ends and Winter grabs me and shakes me until I beg for mercy, sunshine and warmth.
I will be blowing leaves this weekend, and probably next weekend too, and the next….. What are you doing for fun?
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.” – e. e. cummings