The falling leaves, drift past my window…

Actually, not so much anymore…we waited for most of the leaves to fall, and then raked them up!  There were still plenty of Ginkgo leaves for GraceNotes to put a few in her hair!  And have a listen to Eva Cassidy sing the classic autumn standard… I have loved Autumn Leaves ever since I was in third grade.  The teenage girl whose piano lesson came just before mine worked on a beautiful arrangement of this.  I would curl up in a comfy chair to wait for my lesson, and often dozed off listening to this song.  My parents would be … Continue reading The falling leaves, drift past my window…

The Leaves on the Tree…

My mother loved trees and shrubs and flowers and could identify seemingly all of them by sight.  I always found this an amazing feat, and one not entirely like my mother.   After all, we never had the most landscaped yard in the neighborhood.  I have since come to understand choices made by budget, ease of growing, and faint speculation that our stay in a particular area wouldn’t allow for longterm landscape plans to bear fruit. My mother rarely had fresh flowers in the house.  Magnolia leaves appeared at Christmas, and roses on special occasions.  It was after an ill-fated bouquet of goldenrod proudly gathered, clutched in … Continue reading The Leaves on the Tree…