the turning of the leaves
After walking back from Kew Gardens last week I thought about all the leaves that I've swept, raked and trodden on in my lifetime. I'm sure that mum and dad can have a laugh as I'm certain I've raked and swept more since I left home!- I suppose it's like washing the dishes- from the ages of birth through to 19 I developed a tummy ache or had a 'date' immediately after dinner when the dishes needed to be done. Once I was in the real world I found out that if I didn't wash them no one would. Kinda like looking after the lawn, the hoovering and putting petrol in the car. I read that there was a couple in America who had a pre-nup that stated that the car would never be below a half tank...I'm not sure that warrants a divorce but it would be handy to have it written down somewhere!
Anyways, leaves.
I love the smell of autumn although perhaps not the rain, cold nights, cold mornings, cold days and cold feet that accompanies the season. Having been a firm lover of snow (a pre-requisite for being Canadian) all of my life- well, since tasting the many delights of Europe in the summer months I have since developed into one of those Canadians who hiatus to the southern states and Mexico in the winter. I am dreading the snow- even if we don't get any. I am counting the months to whatever summer we may have...but I am still enjoying the piles of leaves on the green beside us!
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