I SHOULD HAVE RAKED leaves this week. Should have.
But I couldn’t. Couldn’t because there’s something wonderful about stepping out the kitchen door into a backyard blanketed by golden maple leaves.
Wonderment of color and earthy scent and crackle of dried leaves underfoot.
Oh, how I love this season, this Autumn.
The hues and scents and crispness endear me to October.
I thrilled in watching cousins—my two great nephews and a great niece—gather leaves by rake, hand and wheelbarrow into a pile for hiding and jumping.
Oh, to be a kid again.
I marveled, along with Deb visiting from the Iron Range, at the nine-inch span of a leaf dropped by the backyard maple. Neither of us had ever seen a maple leaf so large. She took it back home to show her husband, who’s never traveled south of Minneapolis.
Autumn is too fleeting to rake her leaves in, to bag and haul them away in unwelcome dismissal.
I don’t want this glorious season to depart, so why would I hasten Autumn along?
Being a life-long Minnesotan, though, I understand the need to prepare for Winter. And I’ve started. Yes, I have. I’ve emptied flower pots of dead plants. I’ve yanked zinnias from the ground. I’ve hauled fern and cactus indoors.
The leaves, though, will stay for awhile longer.
Oh, how I love this blessed season of Autumn.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling