Sunday, October 30, 2016

All fall down



Spring of leaves and fall of leaves were the medieval precursors to our terms spring and fall and say exactly what they mean. To whit, the leaves spring forth in April and fall to the ground sometime in October. 

Today we dwell on the lowly fallen leaf and more specifically on the detritus of another golden season in Boston. In a parking lot across from my beloved Museum of Fine Art the gusty winds have swept the fallen leaves into tidy piles that just as surely as a janitor with a broom. A catfish or a dragon per chance?

Less aesthetic but as illustrative of the season are leaves and a beer cup swimming in a puddle from Saturday's rain.


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