Fluffy piles of them are all around, in various shades of orangey-brown.
Maple leaves the size of your face beckon to me in nearly every neighborhood I drive through, lately.
There's something about the size that is enchanting and beguiling.
Maybe because they remind me of the times I've jumped in those piles as a kid.
Or the fact that I am just obsessed with driving through leafy lanes where the golds and the reds of the fall season remind us that summer really truly is over.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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