We had a couple of very windy days, and about half of the leaves blew off of the trees, down along the River more like 90% of the leaves blew out of the trees last weekend. I went down for a walk in the swamp at Dyke Marsh. And I had a chance to indulge in one of my favorite rituals, something I have enjoyed since childhood.
Walking through ankle deep leaves, shuffling my feet and kicking the leaves out ahead of me. I can remember doing it on the farm as a kid, on my way to and from the school bus, or heading around the corner to see my grandmother before they went to Florida for the winter. It was something I missed doing when I lived in central Florida where there are not a lot of deciduous trees, and the trees that do shed their leaves don't do it in a massive drop like this. When I moved back north, and went to law school at the University of Louisville, I indulged. There was a square behind the law school, between the Speed Museum of Art and the law school, ringed with massive oak and maple trees. The leaves would get half a foot deep there for a few days in the fall, and I would go out and walk across the middle of it. Dean Torbeck saw me doing it one day, and called me into her office to say how it looked like so much fun. It was. It still is.
If the leaves are falling near you, take a walk.
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