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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