This is what we did while everyone else we knew was watching the tragic Alabama football game last weekend.
The bright scarlet of the Japanese maple claims its own specific shade of red which we can't quite replicate. Only admire and wonder whether next year's weather will bring along the same shade.
So many amazing and different sorts of leaves, each with its own batik color print.
Milla marveled at the large leaf left for us along the road.
What to do with such a large, lovely leaf? When you have a small head and your world has not yet been limited by convention or fashion, the possibilities are endless.
Max picked up his own collection of favorite leaves- some big, some brawny, some rumpled, some scrawny.
The wet, earthy odor of leaves followed us as we strolled along. It opens the nostrils and cleans the mind.
