October

It's early October in my neck of the woods.  So far the weather has been pleasant, minus two windy cold days when we had to run the wood stove during the day.  What few pretty leaves had fallen to the ground ready for children to collect, were blown around making them crumpled at the edges and dried out in spots and rendering them noncollectable.  We did salvage some and pressed them in between sheets of wax paper.  The smell of pressing fall leaves is one that sticks with me and brings me back to my childhood.   We will have to wait another week for the more vivid colors to pop and alas... fall to the ground.  It's a fun, yet somber tradition as we admit to ourselves that these leaves will never live again and we'll have to winter over to see the new green leaves in the spring.