Although there are still flowers in the garden, most are playing hide – n’-seek beneath a thick carpet of leaves. I usually let them stay that way because I know it won’t be long before the first snowfall blankets them over.
The pond, too, is covered in leaves, but that doesn’t seem to bother the fish. They are more reluctant to come for their feedings though. Too often lately, they see the dreaded net fishing out the leaves and most likely sense that this soon will be their fate.
My path is strewn with leaves making a decidedly crunchy sound underfoot. I pay more attention to them these days since I am attending a watercolour workshop, entitled ‘Autumn Leaves’ over Thanksgiving Weekend. (Thanksgiving Day in Canada is on 8 October this year.)
This morning, I sat outside and watched the yellowing leaves drift down from my neighbour’s maples. It put me in mind of the incredibly beautiful rendition of Autumn Leaves sung by Eva Cassidy on her Live from Blues Alley CD. I’ve reproduced the lyrics below:
The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall