The leaves are long down and are now nicely buried under the first solid layer of snow. Bonus points for being both moisture and brightening up the world around as November can seem dull and drab here on the prairies.
The beauty of leaves
Lost beneath the snow
The beauty of snow
Lost in the minds of some
The trees are not forlorn and are merely resting out the season. They provide the wind breaks and the backdrops.The leaves have ceased their endless chattering and now become the mulch to hold the moisture in place. The snow becomes the canvas for adventures.
Ah such fun and games were had today. Toboggan, GT’s, snow saws, wet hands and hot chocolate with marshmallows. Not to mention wet boots and pant bottoms and dogs enjoying wild and free play time.
Fall has gone and I am ok with that. I look forward to the change of pace. Outside time becomes strictly just play time. Inside the harvest work finally finishes up and it’s time for Christmas projects and creative endeavours up in the attic. The darkness of the next two months off set by candles, the fireplace and warm lamp light. Perhaps more words will finally leave my head space and find paper.
Probably a different spin on leaves and trees that most who posted in response to Terri’s post Sunday Stills: #Leaves have Fallen from the #Trees.