In most parts of the 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.
Great shot James! I've given up counting how many bags of leaves have been removed from our garden. Suffice to say it's at lesat 50 so far!
ReplyDeleteAnd I though leaf bagging was something we just did here in the States! I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love that picture of the leaves, James. The yellow leaf pulls it all together and allows it to transcend the everyday. Great eye.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I could waste hours here. But they wouldn't be wasted if I enjoyed them, would they?
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you did!
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