It's the second week of October and after a handful of hard-frost nights, the leaves on my maple tree are still green and hanging on stubbornly. If his leaves don't fall soon, he'll have to rake his tree. It's the second week of October and after a handful of hard-frost nights, the leaves on my maple tree are still green and hanging on stubbornly. While the leaves on the other trees up and down our street are strutting their autumn stuff and showing off their red and gold October outfits in one outstanding outburst before they drop and twirl to the ground, my leaves cling with hope.
Autumn is a great season for the senses.
The colors of the foliage blaze brilliantly. The leaves that have already fallen burn under the curl of the aromatic smoke of a fall bonfire. The sun warms the back of your neck with a somewhat summery breath. No other season waves such a generous grab bag in front of us like autumn does. In autumn, you can cheer for your favorite gridiron greats from a seat in a foot-stomping stadium or at home in front of the television.