This post should have been about Halloween, but that's tomorrow and what do I write about that anyway. But the leaves are ever present in my mind. I like them best when they're fresh green, spring green. New, full of hope.
They were still green a month ago, but it was becoming an old green. Other people were talking about how autumn had arrived and I was thinking thank you that it's still green. I love the green!
Then the colours changed. To the beautiful autumn russets, oranges filled the world for a few short weeks. And now they're nearly all gone.
We're back to bare trees and it makes me sad. Winter is my least favourite of the seasons.
But I guess there's always spring to look forward to. Right?