The Crisp Crackle-Crunch of Golden Leaves
A friend asked recently for more news of my life. I tried to explain that I have so many things going on that it is hard to explain all of it to anyone. Even of all the things I was into on the weekend, it is hard to summarize neatly. Sometimes it bothers me too, that I rattle on and on about myself. But hey, I have range of friends that want to know what goes on with me!

In the last couple of weeks many trees have had their leaves turn to gold. On Saturday I raked up a heap on my back patio area, and I buried them in my garden. Sunday morning it was raining golden leaves on my head, and I walked through thick layers of fallen leaves on my steps, and down the path to my car. I noted a crisp crackle-crunch under my feet. Even a delicate tinkle as the leaves landed on me and the ground.
At the car I turned around and - marveled at the golden tree that is more than twice the height of my house. I got back out of the car and took this photo. Just in case it would be naked later in the day.
Yesterday I felt like I was wading through several inches of fallen leaves most of the 13 blocks of my walk to the office, but by this morning they had been trod down quite a bit.
This morning it occurred to me to take out my camera. It has a video setting but I have usually ignored it because I don’t think I understand how to use it, but I thought it might record the sound for you.
Turns out that it recorded the pictures fine, but no sound.
I’ve just put the videos on the computer, and studied the camera, but I still don’t know how to turn on any audio feature.
Anyway, I’ve decided to try putting a short video of my walk on the blog edition. If this works you’ll find them at the RoseBouquet in the At My Place… section.
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