Sunday, October 27, 2013
It is leaf kicking time. The ground is nearly hidden by a clutter of crumpled big-leafed maple leaves. Those on the ground have a touch of yellow, but are mostly golden tan. Bright yellows still fall with every wisp of breeze. Some zig and zag; most spiral lazily down. The bigger the platter, the slower the float. Last night's heavy dew keeps colors rich and adds a freshness to the cool morning air.
My leaves don't do justice to the originals compared to some I see on this blog. Someday I plan to find time to do a careful sketch. Meanwhile, for me, these capture the memory.