If you read yesterday’s ramblings, you know I was moved by an equine visitor, who passed by our home as we worked on fall chores. It is one of many pleasures that pass our way .
While watching the leaves tumble and twirl to my idle delight, I noticed this lone sycamore leaf clinging to a barren Rose of Sharon. It reminded me of O’Henry’s short story, The Last Leaf, first read in high school. I pulled it up on this wonderful tool we have called the internet and read it anew this morning. Have you read it? You should.