My yard is blessed with three large mature trees, and every autumn I fill up 30 or 40 bags with leaves. I had just finished bagging when I looked at the dozens of bags that were lined up in front of my house and filled with brown, dried leaves. I was tired and sore. It was cloudy and threatening rain. The trees were nearly all bare and drab. The paper bags were drab. I and the world around me were drab. Then a yellow maple leaf detached itself from a branch somewhere above me and floated into one of the open bags, adding just a spot of color.
I went inside to get my camera.
Click on picture to enlarge. Photograph © 2005 James Jordan.