The oak tree is always the last one to let go of its leaves, sometimes holding onto some through the winter and spring until a fresh crop finally pushes the lingerers out. For bagging purposes it’s a bit of a pain if you collect your leaves in the fall. Andy will get the ones off the lawn with a last mowing and then we’ll leave the rest for spring pick-up. They provide a mulch and cover for our front shrubs.
For years I went through fall ignoring and not appreciating the beauty of these brown leaves, but this year I found a new gratitude for their subtle beauty, especially when the afternoon sun slants through their leathery forms.
