Somehow this year the leaves fell all at once. Could be my imagination but Councilrock was filled with leaves. Naturally there are some limbs where the leaves hang on - all winter (Oaks I think). But the majority of the limbs are barren.
Remember the fun of jumping into a pile of leaves. While raking why not enjoy the fruits of your labor before disposing of all those leaves. Jenna and I used to create entire paths - a complete labyrinth at our Brill house. Such a wonderful memory of playing with her outside. Naturally she will remember this and the chore of picking up limbs (not her favorite activity).
I wonder how those limbs feel now without the clothing of leaves. Free or a sense of loss. Do they hang in there or just fall? Jenna hopes they hang in there!