Les Feuilles Mortes

Did you know that the old song, "The Falling Leaves", was really a French song to begin with? "Les Feuilles Mortes" is the name of it and it means "The Dead Leaves" which is a little more dreary. And that's what we have lots of right now: falling, dead leaves. We had a good freeze last night so the leaves are falling fast. It's like gentle snow falling all around you when you stand under my maple tree, only with gigantic red snowflakes instead of small white ones. So based on the photo, your question for the day is: Where do the leaves end and my car start? It is pretty cool having a red car covered with red leaves.

I spent every fall of my childhood cutting out leaves of colored construction paper and wondering why the heck I was doing it. We talked a lot about fall but other than football season, it was really hard to tell the difference from summer. My little GL was born on October 19th in Arkansas and it was over 90 degrees that day. When we took her home from the hospital her hand got a burn on it from the metal buckle on her car seat. Luckily we figured out really quickly why she was screaming. Sorry, peach! So we sure didn't have fall that year.

But here the colored leaves are real and not made out of paper. And fall is truly amazing. The colors are deep and rich, the weather is cool, the apples are crisp and the pumpkins are ripe. You can cut your Jack-o-Lanterns early because they won't rot the way they do in Texas.

And I can come back and read this idyllic post when I'm knee deep in snow in February and freezing to death.