Leftover Leaves

I stood under the giant black walnut tree on one warm October afternoon.  The breeze moved the leaves into the air, and as they came gently falling, I tried to catch them.  I felt like a little child, and laughed.  I’ve done this before, I thought, in the rain.  I’ve done this in the snow.  Leaves, raindrops and snow falling from the heavens is such a delight.


📷 my pic


Just a few days prior I had my annual battle with raking and bagging the nasty black walnuts rotting all over my lawn.  Did it all in one day this time, and it wasn’t really too bad a chore.  The leaves have all turned yellow, and I can see the beautiful blue sky beyond it.  So today I enjoyed what is left of this black walnut tree.  Instead of focusing on the labor I have to go through every year, I focus on the beauty of leftover leaves.


The beauty of life is all around. The trees, the sky, the rain and the snow.  Sunsets and twinkling stars.  Birds and squirrels chattering, preparing themselves for the winter.


📷 birds feeding - my pic


November here is kind of a solemn month.  After the festivities of autumn in October, the nights get a bit longer.  The clouds get a little drearier.  Naked trees have no choice but to wait patiently for time to pass before they can once again clothe themselves in lustrous greens.


As time moves slowly, it moves just as quickly too.  With holidays approaching, people make their plans, run around to get this and that and push their way into the future in such a hurry in order to get it all over with.  Silly people, wishing their lives away.


We could all learn from the trees.  Be patient.  Time moves on by anyway.        Theresa M


my watercolor A Fall Evening, 1993





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