Monday, December 05, 2016
The Crazy Head Dance
As the golden yellows and blushing oranges and burning reds disappear from the landscape, they leave behind the holly dark greens and the tough oak leaf browns. This signals the trees to do that crazy head shaking dance, to rid themselves of scratchy and rugged leaves. They wait for the push of a storm and then toss those branches from side to side high above me sending unbreakable discs into my face and scuttling at my feet.
My lawn is carpeted with crunchy sound alarms that squirrels set off in their hunt for a place to bury a nut. My deck is blanketed with leathery oak leaves that grab my socks and make it inside the house or that catch a breeze and swirl across the room before I can shut the door. Soon the inside looks like the outside as they gather in a corner of the room.
This is the pre-show to get you ready for winter. There is no going back now.