Northeast Ohio has had a record number of days in the 70s in the first ten days this month. The sun has been warm and nudges me outdoors. One of my favorite fall memories growing up in Indianapolis was that of my father raking the leaves into big piles and then he would let us jump in them. The rustling of the dry leaves surrounded my brothers and me. Back then dad would pile the leaves into the street then burn them. It was fascinating to watch as he controlled the flames. In today’s world, we don’t burn leaves, but we do rake them into tall piles for our cities to pick up. I took a walk in the Metropark this week, and strolled off the path to shuffle through the leaves once again. I savored the smells and sounds as I watched leaves fall, one at a time, slowly dancing their way to the ground. We all shed leaves as we move ahead in life. Take a walk this week and remember when you were 5 or 10 years old. The seasons are here to teach us. We just have to keep stretching forward.
Falling Leaves
