In their stead, poor substitutes will suffice, inadequate though they be - appearing in odd places throughout my house and remaining until the season is over. I have been known to shed a tear or two at their passing. Seriously. (Maybe that is an indicator of my maturity level and inability to accept change.)
My love for leaves began in the Fall of 1989 when visiting New England for the first time. I have never been the same. Thankfully, this beauty comes annually, though its grandeur is not matched in the deep South. My memory is not so short it can't recall my breath being snatched from me at the sight of God's design for color in nature. Its magnificence is forever in my heart. Pictures are unable to portray full splendor, but they do a pretty good job for me.
Inside this book are numerous leaves I have collected and preserved inside waxed pages. |
And sometimes an artist will capture the season just perfectly...for posterity. |
This post made me smile. :) I know how much you love fall. Even though TX's fall leaves aren't as good as New England's, they're still better than California's! :)
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Ha Cheryl! New England is like a whole different country in the Fall! A must see!! If you ever get a chance, go. We stayed in Kennebunkport and did the back roads thing. Miss you!
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