There's something amazing about the different coloured, falling leaves of autumn. I've not met a single person who doesn't appreciate their splendor, even those who've grown up with it all their lives. In the part of Australia I'm from there are no visible seasonal changes, in fact aside from the varying temperature, there is no difference at all. Leaves stay on trees, beaches remain littered with surfers / sunbakers and for the most part, people still walk around in flip flops!
Here in Texas it's a similar situation. The only leaves that change are those belonging to sporadically planted maple trees - few and far between. The main landscape remains the same grey/ green it is all year long; unless a freak snow falls, like it did last winter.
That's why it was such a treat to see so many jewel tones when we visited Will's dad in Shreveport recently. His suburb was like the inside of a giant, living snow-globe - only instead of white snow; yellow, orange, brown and red leaves. A leaf-globe? Whatever, it was divine! The pups and I had a blast playing in, rolling in and throwing leaves all over the place.
