The leaves have fallen off their pretty perches.
Sometimes one by one and sometimes all at once.
But fall they will.
I find it so natural to celebrate the change and honor the actions of each season.
This one, Autumn, makes me want to wander and admire the tree rainbows and gather its plumage to bring inside with me.
I feel a primal urge to relate and recreate the season’s offerings.
And thus the primitive painting of the leaves.
And the creation of a mobile to flutter above the heat vent as a performance art piece.
Until Fiona goes over and begins to yank them down.
And brings them to me.
She’s collecting the leaves too I suppose.
