The leaves from the Walnut trees having been falling for a couple of weeks now, and many on the ground have alread turned brown and dried up. Walking Kea today, I thought about a song Mom used to teach her Sunday School children as well as my children. It goes:
"Brown leaves crunching when we walk. Air that is (something) when we talk." I obviously don't remember it all, but imagine little three-year-olds marching in-place pretending to crunch dried leaves. That was me today w/ a little less exuberance.
We had a storm pass through last night so it's much cooler today w/ a deliciously fresh southwesterly breeze. It was cool enough to wear a sweater while walking Kea this noon, which made me think of another song Mom used to teach us:
"Zip up your jacket, put on your cap. Mister Southwind is taking a nap. Mister Northwind will nip at your nose, and freeze your fingers and your toes."
Autumn is only about a month away, and w/ it we'll be entering the last season for the first time w/o Mom. I hope I can always picture her in every season of the year through every season of her life.
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