Living in a forest of conifers made me realize that leaves aren’t the commodity they used to be. So, when the nearby camp had a pickup truck full of leaves that they were going to dump out back, I jumped at the chance to take the leaves up to my garden. And, for the first time in over 5 years, I got to smell that old familiar smell of fall leaves. It brought back a rush of memories. Raking the yard, earning money raking neighbors’ yards, and I’ll never forget climbing on and through the 12 foot piles of leaves at a nearby golf course.
Dad used them as mulch in his garden. And today, I can too. I miss you dad.
