STANLEY and I are really raking it in: barrow after barrow of fallen leaves, to be composted for next spring's vegetable garden. It's all quite reminiscent of my childhood in the (c)old country where we used to built castles out of fallen leaves in autumn, and then out of fallen snow in winter.
Funny how I even still remember the songs, word for word, we all used to sing at school; "Bunt sind schon die Wälder" was just one of them.
Bunt sind schon die Wälder, Gelb die Stoppelfelder Und der Herbst beginnt.
Rote Blätter fallen,
Wie die volle Traube
Am Geländer reifen
Geige tönt und Flöte
Junge Winzerinnen |