I SHOULD HAVE RAKED leaves this week. Should have.
A view of my backyard taken from the back steps shows the one maple tree that has dropped all those leaves.
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.
Focusing up at the leaves still clinging to the maple.
Wonderment of color and earthy scent and crackle of dried leaves underfoot.
Garden art given to me by my mom several years ago is surrounded by fallen leaves.
Oh, how I love this season, this Autumn.
Garden art still staked outdoors copies the hues of leaves and sky.
The hues and scents and crispness endear me to October.
Posing Grant Wood style after raking leaves. The ground is once again strewn with a layer of leaves.
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.
My great nephew, who just moved to rural Faribault from Utah, didn’t quite know what to think of being placed atop a leaf pile.
Oh, to be a kid again.
The monster leaf on the left measures nine inches across, here compared to a more normal-sized maple leaf.
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.
I’m in no hurry to rake the leaves in my backyard. This fountain rests on a patio table.
Autumn is too fleeting to rake her leaves in, to bag and haul them away in unwelcome dismissal.
I’m still hanging laundry outside and will do so until the snow flies. I noticed how this kitchen towel mimics the hues of autumn.
I don’t want this glorious season to depart, so why would I hasten Autumn along?
Flower pots are stacked, waiting to be stashed inside the garage.
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.
Every day more leaves drop from my backyard maple. I know I will wake up one morning soon and the branches will be bare.
The leaves, though, will stay for awhile longer.
A garden angel I have yet to move indoors.
Oh, how I love this blessed season of Autumn.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling