'Tis the season of raking and sweeping and piling up and burning off. The neighbours are all out there industriously removing all trace of Autumn from the gardens and driveways and roadsides.
Matsumoto Castle has some amazingly big cherry trees and the avenue that runs between the castle and a big temple there is lined with various deciduous trees. It makes my ride to work at the moment just looking at all the colour. But there yet again, there's an army of workers with brooms and bags and long handled tongs hurriedly clearing it all away. I saw one conscientious gent shaking a sapling in order to clear up leaves that hadn't even dropped yet!
Among all this seasonal scurrying I'm the exception. In fact I haven't even taken the rake out of the shed yet. And it's not because I'm too busy or too lazy. Nope. I just want to enjoy the beautiful colours while they last. I come from a country of evergreen eucalypts and ti-tree and banksia. That's definitely part of it. But also, once you've cleared up and got rid of all that beautiful colour what are you left with? Brown and barren as your colour palette. That's what.
And so, to the horror of my neighbours, and the delight of the girls who love throwing the leaves in the air and crunching as they jump through them and rolling in them, I am not doing anything with the leaves for now.
Maybe this weekend.
Or the one after...