Sunday, September 5, 2010

As summer dies

The leaves on the giant crepe myrtles are now falling off with reckless abandon. After I swept the courtyard, my husband reminded me that he could have used the blower. Then I reminded him that I like sweeping because I like hearing the sound of the leaves. I just wish we had some of the cooler weather that I visualize with fallen leaves.

As I was looking up at the tall branches, the wind blew and some of the leaves began falling again.

Maybe a cool front will come through soon.

1 comment:

CiCi said...

Gosh it does sound like you are in the advanced stages of autumn. Not here yet. Leaves still firmly attached.