How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their
-John Burroughs, author
when i first moved away from 'home' i lamented the loss of ocean access as well as the abundance of maple trees. i was am homesick a lot.
one of the loveliest gifts i have received was a box of maple leaves sent by post that my sister had gathered for me. and a dozen years later i still cannot part with them.