It was a stormy weekend and when I finally got out for a walk, the sidewalks in our neighborhood were covered in leaves; we've finally reached the end of the gorgeous fall colors.
No large deciduous trees in our yard, unfortunately. Those beautiful dry oak leaves are fun to rake up and make nice mulch. On Saturday I had to content myself with rotting figs and heavy wet leaves. I just piled them on top of the new tulip and hyacinth bed like a cold wet blanket. They are already thinking about sticking their heads up.
After that I hosed the fig slime off the birdbaths and bricks so it looks better for now. Not that anyone (except me, the birds and squirrels) are out there this time of year.
What do you think? The most beautiful and saddest fall song ever written has to be "The Autumn Leaves," sung by Nat Cole.
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