Online journal of West Virginia Storyteller Granny Sue.
I was home one morning after a heavy frost, the redbud tree outside the kitchen was a beautiful shade of gold. As the sun shone down on the leaves and the frost melted, the leaves dropped one by one. It was surprising to hear how loud they were and by the end of the morning all the leaves were on the ground and I had a golden carpet. I don't believe I have seen/heard it happen since that morning. tm
I love the pictures of the leaf covered steps and the old bench.
Such cozy & calming photos. Maybe that is why I like the country so much!
Theresa, I've seen that before with my hydrangea bush. Isn't it strange? I didn't hear it though. That is very cool, restful in its way.This year the deer ate every leaf off the hydrangea in one night.
What a celebration of Autumn in these photos! I can't pick a favourite...maybe the stone steps, because they seem to invite me to sit and enjoy it all.
Janet, these are all from our Pocahontas county trip. I don't know whether I said that or not.Jessica, I'm with you. Peacful country scenes relax me; urban scenes are interesting but rarely relaxing for me.
I liked the steps because of the contrast with the falling leaves, Susan--leaves are temporary, but stone is about as permanent as anything gets on this earth. The leaves fall and decay but the stone weathers on.
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