I'll save my effusive breath about autumn, because who doesn't come alive when the air is crisp, and cozy is the common goal. Plus, too many people spewing about fall and it all just sounds really cliche to me. I will say, though, every. single. day I am newly amazed by the leaves changing suit. In blazing orange and mustard blonde, jungle greens with deep burgundy bruises. I get a kick out of the itty-bitty versions of the usual suspects, and the colors that can't make up their minds.
My neighbor boy brother-ish pal and I used to walk together, on occasion, to elementary school in the mornings. There we were one day, taking our sweet time crunching through the late autumn leaves of some stranger's yard, when I discovered what seemed like thee most monumental leaf on the face of the planet; the largest leaf in all the history of leaf existence. A maple, I later learned. I
// // // How was your Hallow's Eve? I wore my skele' shirt yesterday morning for the little mister but he could give two hoots so I changed because, three-quarter sleeves (it's a kid's shirt but still), who thought of them? They bug me in a William-Forrester's-sock-seam sort of way. P and I watched Hocus Pocus and ate pumpkin kale lasagna. It was festive in theory. Here's some more Halloween-time talk from post past.