Hi Gina!They are gorgeous!! I want to see them all pressed and looking beautiful. We don't have any leaves left on the trees...all gone...now we are just waiting for snow... :0)Hugs and Love,Barb
Barb, no more leaves - no more raking! YES! I forgot about taking the boots photo and I'll try to remember tomorrow. xo
Our leaves are pretty much gone as well. Japanese Maples are my favorite trees...mine has lost its leaves as well. I need to clean up the front flower bed and put down some new mulch for the winter.
Arlene, I am so thankful that my husband loves to do yard work. I like planting and harvesting. Too many leaves for me!
Won't those leaves be so pretty when they're pressed, Gina? I read about your back problems in your previous post, and I hope that you're feeling much better by now. I know you had a wonderful Thanksgiving with those precious grandchildren! Prayers be with you, Gina. xx
Thank you, Kitty, so much for praying. Today, my back is a little bit better. I'm being extra careful not to lift anything heavy. xx
Oh my goodness such a pretty shade of purple they are!! Ours are almost totally gone now, just a few that are hanging on, we have had a lot of wind here lately that have taken care of most of them!
Connie, my husband checks each day. He wants them all to be down so he won't have to rake/blow them more than one more time.
It must be joyful to walk through the woods with your sweet Lilah Rose with those gorgeous purple, Japanese Maple leaves underfoot.
Kim, most of the leaves are the yellow & brown ones and some red and then the purple. Most are crunchy except for the purple ones. Lilah tries to eat them. Silly girl!
Our leaves left us the first of November with our first snow. I love Japanese maples, they are such a gorgeous tree! And I, like you, would like to find a way to preserve leaves. They are so fragile. Enjoy your walks with Lilah :)
Marilyn, the first snow is magical! Last year, it snowed once here. It was lovely but melted in just a few days. I wonder if it will snow this winter?
We all have our “good old days” tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in dreams like cats to favorite armchairs. ~ B. Carter