Outlawed the burning of leaves years ago. Every Autumn I miss leaves burning.
However, I believe out in the country they still burn.
Do you remember
Burning leaves-
The aroma is in my conscious mind,
We would rake a small pile
Into the street
My mother would set it on fire
I miss leaves burning
Do You...
I remember that acrid smell in the air. I also remember that time that a grass fire almost got away from us. Scary. I enjoy just the smell of autumn leaves while walking through the forest. They have that musty, slow burning background aroma that is only extinguished by the winter snow.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Jane