A new neighbor of mine, recently stated to a fellow neighbor who was raking leaves. If only we had a penny for every leaf. I had never heard that particular expression before. It certainly makes for a good laugh. Something we all need when we are faced with a leaf strewn driveway and yard full of leaves.
Fall brings us leaves to rake and splendid color. Fall is a time of thanks,
reflection and review. As the leaves change and the days get shorter we
seem to have more time to review our lives and take stock for planning
our future. Unless of course, we are tired from raking leaves.
Here is a poem that speaks to the nature of leaves.
Fall, leaves, fall;
by Emily Jane Brontë (1818 - 1848)
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Top photo by Joe. Bottom illustration by Kacei. Modified from 2007 posting.
Top photo by Joe. Bottom illustration by Kacei. Modified from 2007 posting.
1 comment:
I really enjoy Terry's sentiment about leaves; it gives some new life to the old adage about money growing on trees, only in this case it would be money falling from trees. In my case, last year for the first time I managed to grind up all the leaves with our Newton battery powered mower, so as to return the leaves to the soil. It was not easy and took a lot of raking into piles and then mulching by passing the mower over the piles. Also, I enjoyed the poem by Bronte. Clearly, she is someone who takes an unconventional tack and would probably consider stormy, rainy, snowy autumn and winter weather pleasant when most of the world longs for balmy sunshine. There's much to celebrate if we only alter our perspective and ability to appreciate all unique facets of our lives. Thanks to Terry for a great post.
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