Every day, weather permitting, my dog, Libby, and I take a walk down Eureka Road. Surrounded by trees, there are no sidewalks so we walk along the side, waving at drivers as they pass. We often see deer, sometimes with a fawn or two, cottontail rabbits, and squirrels on our daily jaunts. If we are very quiet, we see possums and wild turkeys.
Last week, Libby and I stopped at the spot where I let her take time to sniff around and explore. I think this is Libby's favorite time. Imagine all the scents you could experience if your nose was as close to the ground!
There was no wind, the trees were still. Still, that is, except for three little leaves hanging from a branch directly over my head. These leaves were dancing! None of the other leaves were moving, just these three. Spinning, moving in circles, arching, and stretching, the leaves seemed happy to be alive. Scientists, I am sure, have an explanation for why three leaves among many were the only ones to move in such a way. I believe, however, that the leaves felt the coming of fall and knew their time would come to an end. They decided to dance while they could.
