They had just begun to fall, when I started my search.
Small piles of leaves have begun to accumulate well ahead of the first frost.
Just today I spied a maple with a handful of leaves showing red-orange tinges. It’s just too early.
I left the search for a day, and the leaves began to drift into a tiny mound. Sunday’s cool storm brought down more. By not searching just one day I fear I may have sabotaged my prospects.
If ever I could find it, I know things would be just right. I would put a stop to this accelerating seasonal change.
The more I look the more leaves I seem to find. They were just scattered leaves when I began my search, and already they are making little mounds. If I am not careful it will be too late.
Say, you haven’t seen the off switch have you? It’s the one we use to stop the season dead in its tracks.