Growing up, fall was a special season. Yes, it did signal that I was back into the school grind, but it also meant burning piles of leaves in the street in early November, before the snow would fly. On Stevens Avenue, we had quite a few maples and even some towering elms, before they all died off, that left our front and side lawns cluttered. The entire family did their part raking the leaves into the street or into the long driveway. We got them into large piles, stuffed newspaper into the bottom and got ready for a night of tending the fires and the sweet aroma of burning leaves. I loved that smell all over my clothes, and the fact that Dad gave me the responsibility of tending the fires well into a school night. The next day, in Ms. Storer's English classroom, I'd sniff my flannel shirt sleeve, and the smoke smell would still be lingering, as I took back the memory of the previous night's fires.
The kid, inside of me, holds tight to the sights and sounds of those late fall evenings.
The house facade is so charming and I love the yellow tree, it's beautiful!ReplyDelete
that is so pretty!ReplyDelete
oh, i love that lingering smoke aroma - thanks for sharing the memories.ReplyDelete
Yes, autumn was time to go back to school, and i loved it. Here , it meant rain back at least , after long months of dryness, and I remember the first smell of wet grounds..ReplyDelete
I believe part of fall is our childhood memories of leaves -- piles to jump in, burning, or having leaf fights. Too bad that some municipalities to not allow leaf burning anymore -- that smell is fall fragrance.ReplyDelete
Now the fire trucks would be at your place to put it out!ReplyDelete
It's a lovely autumn photo and also a wonderful memory of burning leaves. Wish we still could do that!!ReplyDelete
I remember all of that raking, too. We had a big yard, so the raking was not inconsequential. And . . . that smell!ReplyDelete
Ah, the yellow tree and the lingering smoke . . . ah . . .ReplyDelete
So many memories of leaves. Thanks for evoking them.ReplyDelete
That's a vivid, sensual memory. But if we did that in my neighborhood we'd get arrested.ReplyDelete
What a great looking tree.ReplyDelete
A lovely memory to cherish.ReplyDelete
Must be nice to have a tree like this.... just outside the window.ReplyDelete