The Falling Leaves
the falling leaves of red and gold,
I miss you most of all my darling
when autumn leaves start to fall.
"Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
When autumn leaves start to fall...."
I borrowed this great photo for the blog.
Fall has a bittersweet feeling that always hits me about when all the leaves have been blown away by the first real cold snap. When the rhythm of the days include getting wood and building a fire in the stove.
I thought of "Doug Up at the Lake" the other day. Doug UATL was the grandchild of neighbors of my Grandma and Grandpa Bosselman. The lake was Little Long Lake in northern Indiana. There were few children to play with in the neighborhood. (Doug was referred to as Doug up at the lake to differentiate him from my brother Doug.)
Doug UATL was quite a bit younger than I. We did enjoy one activity together which was playing The Falling Leaves roll on the player piano. I loved the run of the notes as the leaves fell. We sang along with the song, rewound it and played it again and again.
On a crisp fall day I can hear the song, and feel that meloncholy bittersweet feeling the song gave me, even on a hot summer day.