Last Leaves

The leaves turned and fell early in ‘91’.  The kids and I had a habit of celebrating Last Leaf Day by making a donut run.  Some will scoff and think this a holiday fabricated to justify the consumption of sugar and trans-fats.  The same faithless cynics ridiculed the consumption of a milkshake to commemorate each homer produced by Will Clark.  This has always been the way with cynics, to their pity.

On the Last Leaf Day in question we sat in a donut shop and pondered the wonders of the season and the under appreciated holiday with this verse:

When Autumn’s chill is in the air I put on my long underwear

When leaves turn shades of orange and red I put more covers on my bed

When they turn brown and start to fall I hardly go outside at all

I bundle up wherever I go when trees are burdened down with snow

So I think trees are awfully bold to stand there naked in the cold.                                                                                                            December 1, 1991