It is 4:25 Sunday morning. At four I was stumbling around the back yard as "I" barked at shadowy silhouettes in the alley. In my best stage whisper I hissed "I" shut up, come here. To my great amazment she trotted right up to me and we came back up front and in the house. Leaving behind the menacing, shadowy creatures. That very well could have been only the trash cans.
Our front yard is carpeted with beautiful reddish orange leafs. I stand mesmerised at the front door watching as they glide slowly from the trees to rest on the ground. People come by to knock on the door. Asking if we would like our leafs raked? "No," I quickly answer. I do not want the leafs to disappear. I wait all year on Fall just to see the beauty of them. Let them lay. I walk through them kicking my feet and listen to the sound of their rustling under my feet. If it wouldn't shock my neighbors too much I would lay and roll around in them. My beautiful leafs. But then when have I ever cared what neighbors thought?
I have always had this connection with trees. I have said I think I must have been a squirrel in my previous life as trees hold much joy for me. I have always wanted to live deep in the woods, surrounded by trees. I could not believe my luck when we moved in here and I found the two trees in the front yard was Red Maples. One of my very favorites. I love the mighty Oak but its the beautiful red Maples in the fall that holds the beauty that is so awesome.
As I I look at the yard, blanketed with the leafs and hear the ducks next door I feel like I am in the country. The Clampetts have added ducks and chickens to their fold. Now I know you're not suppose too have animals in the city but who am I to complain. I am getting use to the quacking of the ducks and squawking of the chickens. The Emperor roars, "I told you they are the Beverly Hillbillies." I smile. I'm not surprised by the animals. After all these are the people that cre carrying the dearly departed Wayne's ashes in pill boxes on key chains. So I'm sure not going to complain about a few Ducks and Chickens. I feel it could be much worse.
So I am enjoying the beauty of Fall and the cooler weather. Of course ask me in January when its five degree's and I might not be liking the cooler weather so much. I like it cool, just not too cold. The days are flying by rapidly. The Holidays will be upon us before we know it. Days becoming more days. As I grow older I realize just how quickly they fly by. But I drink in the beauty that surrounds me. Age is something that conquers us all. So I will enjoy the beauty. I will will treasure the days.
I think I may be in one of my funny moods this morning. I guess I'm always just a little quirky. I look around me here in Blogland. Its funny but I don't see any leafs laying around. How sad if they don't have any. I walk a little faster. I'm ready to go home. I hum a little as I walk. Its a little creepy here before daylight. I might bring a bag of leafs with me when I come tomorrow though. Every place should have a few red maple leafs fluttering about. But for now, I'm outta here.
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