SOGGY SPINES and skeletal leaves are everywhere in my world. The rainfall and time are slowly shredding the sopping wet autumn foliage above and beneath my feet.
When I was a child, I put the biggest and brightest leaves I could find in a scapebook ... usually for a school project.
Nowadays, my idea of beauty has broadened and I discover wondrous things in the tattered, torn and crumpled.
We are all changing like the leaves. This was me once (center, middle row with the sweater) in a classroom photo.
Confucius said, "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."
Subtle patterns and textures eluded me in my youth when I prized perfect leaves and put them, like pinned butterflies, between pages of books.
On Saturday, the autumn phase was replaced by a light fall of wintry flakes.
In the front yard, snow snuggled into the holly tree that is leafy year-round.
Although some varieties of the leaf are prickly, they are also incredibly festive, long-lasting, glossy and green with clusters of bright red berries. If I were a leaf perhaps that is the one I should be.
Too hardy and needle-sharp to be trapped in a scrapbook, the holly leaf with its cluster of berries inspired decor at the mall for the holiday season.
An authentic looking Santa was at the mall. He gave me a wry smile as he kindly dealt with the children. Some were scared and a bit young to appreciate the bearded man who symbolizes a myth with a meaning that never grows old.