Leaves make sounds when they fall.
Some sound like machine guns "rat-a-tat-ta" when they fall on the deck.
Some hit the pavement while Pickles and I were walking on Thanksgiving Day. "Blat", "Blat" - big thick leaves hitting the pavement. A nice back drop to an after dinner walk.
Leaves are curling now. Ones that fell a few weeks ago are 1/3 their size. The sound they make now is more of a sigh. "Whew", or "whoosh" is all gone out of them now. They lie there waiting for winter rain to break them down and turn them into soil.
A few weeks ago we raked and broomed the entire driveway. Under some leaves there was a partial pile of soil already.
I don't rake leaves from the yard - too much lost effort. The winds will come and they'll be flown away. Into the neighbors garden, into our bamboo forest, into the woods behind our house. Why rake when nature's Rake will soon be here?
Leaves at the end of their lives say "thanks".
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