Fly Like a Leaf
Fly Like a Leaf
Oh to be on the open road, again at liberty, to fly like a leaf
Where’er wind, will, or whisper may carry our hearts
–Author unknown
This lyric was sung many years ago around a campfire encircled by tree planters in the national forest of northern Wisconsin. Patti and I and little Aaron were among them, resting after planting an acre or two that day, and caring for the little guy. In late October, when I see leaves blowing in the wind, I am reminded of that song, and of our month-long tree planting experience with people in touch with the land.
Today, blue sky, winds high, leaves flying like flocks of golden birds.
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