As I ran out the door this morning to pick up the laundry I was reminded of dreaded winter winds.
On my way back I enjoyed the swales of maple and sycamore (plane) tree leaves drifting over the sidewalk.
I thought of the unison of winds and plants -wind pushing and plant stems collecting leaves.
time for the leaf blower to blow them into the street. and back into the street. rinse. repeat.
ReplyDeleteah, the sweet sound of autumn.