Outside earlier I crunched my way through the fallen leaves. I stooped down to uncover 3 good layers. The top layer is the shocking lemon yellow maples; freshly fallen the past week. The middle layer is the 'edges curling, dried-out layer' of brown and red leaves. And the bottom layer smelled musty with damp, cold leaves sticking to the mud among the faded grass.
Next month someone will come to remove the layers of leaves and clean out the leafy gutter. But today it's such a beatiful show of nature's autumn season.
"Is all of this for me?" I ask, looking skyward.