Last night, I walked out of my house and spied a little girl, her father and her younger sister walking down the sidewalk with fallen leaves bunched up in eldest girl’s fists. It was obvious they were out for a pleasant walk to collect some fall leaves, although I’m not entirely convinced it was ‘pleasant’. The little girl had leaves bunched up by their stems in her hands and every so often, a gust of wind would blow the leaves, tugging one or a few free. They would take flight, which would then send the little girl into fits of frightful screams. The father would patiently wait for her to run after the airborne leaf and rescue it, trapping it back into her already full hands. She would just manage to secure the escapee as another wind would blow yet another leaf astray, and more screaming would ensue.
After several minutes of this game and halfway down the street, the father becomes impatient with the screaming and the running after blowing leaves. He grabs up the entire collected bunch from the little girls fists and pushes them forcefully into his pants pockets. He grabs her little hand and begins to drag her down the street, still screaming. He gives up a little further down the road, and releases the girl’s hand admonishing her to stop screaming. The little girl’s sister looks at the now quieted girl, points to the street where a scatter of fallen leaves have become loose from the nearby maple trees and calmly says “you missed one.” I giggle as fits of further screaming can be heard.
I love fall….