Peak leaf. It’s a tough thing to figure out. You can study the beauty of nature this time of year, just waiting for that perfect moment when all the colours are just right, and the angle of the sun is just right, and the wind is just right and everything is perfect, then the wind blows and half of the leaves are gone.
Well, not gone exactly. Once they are gathering around your ankles you probably have to rake them into piles. Maybe jump in them once or twice, before moving them off somewhere else, never to be seen again. Until next year, sort of.
But peak leaf is a tough thing to judge. I keep looking at the fall colours thinking we’re just about there. We’re getting close, but there just seems to be a touch too much green left. Except for that bunch of trees, they look perfect. You know the ones. But we’re almost… oh wait… look at the forecast.
It’s going to be rainy and windy tomorrow. A lot of those beautiful leaves will likely be flying away.
That’s the thing about peak leaf. Do we ever really get there?
