Listen and You Can Hear the leaves Speak

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower.
--Albert Camus

“I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.”

—John Ford

Several years ago I spent some time hiking at Gambrill State Park in Maryland. It was autumn and the trail was strewn with leaves which we kicked ino the air as we walked. At one point we came upon a huge constructed leaf pile—you know the kind you just drop into. We jumped into the pile , but kept an eye out for the northern copperhead and the timber rattler—denizens of the park.

This photo was taken several days ago and it seemed more contained— a New England path of leaves with a stone wall.