I love it, the smells shapes and sounds of leaf litter.
I feel a little joyous whenever I notice a particularly beautiful leaf amongst the crowd.
Recently I painted one hundred leaves. It surprised me how small a pile one hundred leaves is.
Leaves in the wild are like grains of sand, impossible to count, but you can try.
The idea to paint one hundred leaves was in part inspired by Tibetan prayer flags. My intentions were to nurture myself with a pleasurable task, of adding wishes from my heart, and to arrange the leaf litter on the street for it to be enjoyed by others.
So far I’ve attached a few to gifts, hidden a couple in items boxed for charity and for the post.
I'm going to scatter them soon.
There’s a building site that’s been stripped of its trees that might need a hundred of my leaves.
Now that I have completed one hundred leaves I am left with the feeling of wanting to do more.
There will be a next time, but it is going to be a little different.