There is something so fairy tale about watching the leaves dance on a crisp, fall day. The shower of yellow, orange, red and amber drifts down, frolicing in the autumn air and happy to let go of their summer's hold on skyward branches. Each of them seems to have their own spirit...the energy that trusts what is on the agenda for the day....they happily float on the currents of the season....with no argument. It is pure delight watching....standing in the misty shower....letting the brilliant leaves fall on your shoulders in the midst of shrouded ghostly clouds bumping up against the solid deep green forested mountains. Just before I went to join the leaf dance, I put a turkey in the oven stuffed with seasoned cubes ofwheat bread, chunks of apple, onion, celery and lots of sage seasoning.....made a sturdy stock with the gizzard, liver, heart and neck with carrot, onion and celery......the prerequisite to a steaming bowlful of gravy.
In between rainy spurts, I'll get the rake and begin adding to the mound of leaves piled in the street. The city of Beaverton is so kind as to come along with a machine with a big mouth, chew up all the pine needles and leaves and spit them into a companion truck and carry them away for us. I'll miss them....the dance, the drifts of color beneath the trees, the bursts of brilliant color against the blue sky. Psssst! They'll be back!
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