The Leaf Thief
Autumn is such a feast for the eyes as the leaves change colours and fall randomly to the ground.
The seasons evolve continually and just like the explosion of Spring turns, hopefully, into a bright and vibrant Summer; Autumn glides inevitably towards the Winter months that are for Summer Lovers, like myself, at least blessed with snow and family festivities.
When I lived in the country it was up to me to collect and dispose of all the leaves that fell in our garden. There were seemingly unlimited quantities and this took a lot of fun out of Autumn.
Now my house is nearer town and I’m more or less leafless.
So I have go out with bags on a trip around the neighbourhood and steal the choicest leaves. It’s such a joy to use them in compost, leaf molds, and mulch.
I’ve even become a hoarder and conserve my stash of that lovely crunchy brown material for making more compost in Spring.
When I’m feeling particularly impish, I sometimes go barefoot at night and squish my way through the piles of wet leaves by the side of the road. Then I head back home for a nice warm bath! (200 words)
This is an entry to this weeks Sunday Photo Fiction.
Here are the rules.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. I wanted to go for a more Autumnal photo this week as we are hurtling headlong into the winter months. Remember, you can use the photo in any way you feel is right.