“Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.”

The morning is lovely. The sun is bright in a cloudless blue sky. It is 74˚, a perfect temperature. Every now and then a leaf at the end of a branch flutters, from a puff of air, not even close to a gust.

I do have one item on my dance card, practice tonight at 6.

Yesterday I did make it to the dump. It was quite the place to be. I had to bypass the recycle area as both lanes were filled with cars so I dumped the heavy bags and decided I could recycle another day. The dump is closed until Thursday.

This morning I couldn’t find Nala in the backyard. I knew she had no way out of the yard, no holes to China and no open gate, but she wasn’t there which made no sense. I called frantically. No Nala. I went into the house in case she was upstairs watching the cats, one of her daily diversions. She wasn’t. Henry and I went back outside. All of a sudden running at breakneck speed came Nala from somewhere at the back of the yard. She ran at Henry and the two of them took off chasing each other. I looked around. Yup, a new box had been torn apart. Nala had ignored me out of a weird sense of dog guilt, and the yard and she are dark so I didn’t see her hidden in the back, tall grass. Of course, I had picked up the rest of the trash earlier. Nala has a perfect sense of timing.

Tomorrow is the first day of fall. I remember when I was a kid, and the early mornings started to get cool. The sun was bright but took longer to heat up the day. The shards of sunlight fell between the leaves and made shadows on the long sidewalk, the straightaway to school. On some of the trees, a single leaf or two had already changed color, mostly to red. The afternoons were still warm, in the 70’s. I remember walking home with my jacket, the one my mother had made me take, either unzipped or stuffed into my school bag.

Soon enough all the leaves will change. I always think of all that beauty and color as Mother Nature’s last gasp before the drab and cold winter. I remember gutters filled with piled leaves and sidewalks covered in red and yellow. Our lawn didn’t have a whole lot of fallen leaves. The side trees were fir, but my father, though, dutifully raked every Saturday. He had a pattern from back to front. He raked from the sides to make one giant pile of leaves he’d rake down the grassy hill, the same hill we always rode our bikes down. From there the leaves were raked into the gutters below the long sidewalk. The last part, the burning of the leaves, was my favorite part of this Saturday ritual. I always hung around for the burning of the leaves. There were fires up and down the street, all monitored by men with rakes. The smoke rose into the air in streams from the individual piles. I can close my eyes and vividly see it all. I can remember the sweetness of the smell of the burning leaves. Fall has always been my favorite season.

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4 Comments on ““Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Grey and dull over here with lots of rain as well. It barely reached 50F. Tomorrow will be warmer they guess and I do hope that they for once gets it right 🙂

    I need to keep an eye on Alma if she’s outside by her own. She jumped the fence a while ago but jumped straight in to raspberry bushes, thistles and stinging nettles 🙂 🙂 She did complain quietly, she knows she’s not allowed to jump the fence 🙂 I hope that pain stops her from doing it again 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Tonight it rained all of three minutes during my outside uke practice. We just played through, and the rain cloud passed. It was mostly a nice day though there were clouds which disappeared quickly.

      Nala has no way out of the yard. Gracie jumped the fence, but Nala is not as agile as Gracie was. Today when the front door was open, and I was talking to someone Nala just strolled out the door. I grabbed her, but that is the first time she’s done that I wonder if she would have bolted.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yesterday the high temperature at the DFW airport, close to where I live, was 102°F. This morning the cold front blew in at about seven and the high temperature today might hit 85°F. The cool weather is accompanied by strong winds from the north. “If you don’t like Texas weather just wait awhile and it will change”. This saying really refers to Texas weather. 🙂

    Our leaves don’t even begin to change color until closer to Thanksgiving. Although, the autumnal equinox is tomorrow. By the weekend we will have temperatures back in the middle nineties.

    Our idiot governor, the one who couldn’t keep the lights on in February, called a third special legislative session for redisctricting. The Republicans are going to gerrymander the congressional districts to prevent any Democrats from winning the two newly created seats in Congress. Sadly, the census showed that the increase in population was mostly minorities. The Republican legislature and governor have to make sure that those seats are filled with white Anglo-Saxon Protestant representatives, preferably Baptists or Church of Christ members. 🙁 Right now congreeional districts in the state look like one cell protozoa to prevent any majority Democratic districts from existing.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      You know me and cold fronts. Yours is funny. As I told you, it is a heat wave here. Mark Twain was the first to refer to the quick change in weather, “If you don’t like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.” I think they just appropriated it for Texas.

      The leaves start to turn in October, but we don’t usually have a frost until November. I hate after that frost as so many plants give it up for the winter.

      I’d never choose Texas as a place to live. I like cold weather. I hate 90˚ heat. I hate Texas politics. I like living in about the bluest of blue states. I even like our republican governor.

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