I can hear kids playing in the leaves

[wyld_dandelyon]

Which means it's fall. I'm not ready for fall. Fall means buying heat, and I still don't have a permanent job. Fall means taking time to gather the neighborhood's leaves to cover the roses. And this year, I'd like to refill the compost--for some reason, we didn't have a lot of height in the grass, so fewer grass clippings ended up there, and I was ignoring the garden a lot, so fewer weeds ended up there...it's a pit, not a heap.

But fall is so pretty, with the reds and golds and oranges and yellows that the chlorophyll hides all summer revealed.

People are like that too, though. We all have things we have to do to eat, take care of our families, stay warm in winter. And so often, that's all you see of a person.

But every once in a while, we can put those essential roles aside, and let our innerselves shine through.

And then, Oh, the glory!


(The photo is of one of the leaves I have appliqued.)