Some trees are still full of leaves,
Others are quite bare.
And some are in between.
All I know is that sooner or later, all the leaves will be on the ground.
There are a few vibrant gems mixed in with the boring, crispy brown leaves.
And whether the leaves come from a majestic tree that reaches high into the sky,
or from the little maple tree in our back yard,
they're all coming down.
Living in a place with four distinct seasons has never made me more thankful to dwell in a townhouse. Sure, we lack green grass, which can be kind of a bummer, BUT we don't have to mow or spend countless hours raking in the fall. Leaf clean up is a relatively simple process, which, as the sole yard worker in the family, I really appreciate. I've learned, though, to wait until all the trees are bare because as soon as I gather up all the leaves in our driveway, a big wind blows through and our neighbor's leaves blow onto our property. It never fails.
Anyway....I'm in a bit of a mood today, so instead of whining, I thought I'd just talk about leaves. It has just been one of those days in which I wish I could have slept through. Blah, blah, blah.
Some days are like that. Even in Australia.
Craig and Caroline should be home from soccer practice in a few minutes and I need to get dinner going. I'll be back tomorrow with lots of good cheer. Eh, maybe? :)