We are at the point in the season when the leaves are falling like golden snow. The difference is that actual snow is quiet, lays a blanket of silence over everything. There’s a music to the leaves, their final moments still attached and their falling.
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I love your description of falling autumn leaves as having a kind of music to them – how beautiful, Jill!
They do. Have you heard it? It’s one of my favorite sounds.
Love this, Jill!💛💛💛
Have you noticed we haven’t had as much color this year? There are some varieties of trees whose leaves aren’t turning, but rather drying up, dying and dropping without changing. It’s so sad.
Beautiful.
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we have neither snow or autumn here with the traditional falling of leaves, so I live vicariously through yours! beautiful descriptions!
Happy to help. 🙂