This leaf, propped up like it is here on its stem and all by itself, was waiting for me when I opened the front door yesterday morning. Do you think it thought I wasn’t noticing?
I moved it for a moment over by the pumpkin
…
Then I brought it inside where I showed it to everyone.
The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty
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8 Comments
November 11, 2009 at 2:27 am
This post delights me.
November 11, 2009 at 3:19 pm
Judy, your comment delights me.
November 11, 2009 at 11:34 am
I love these little moments, like a note from a secret lover.
Thank you for the link to that poem. It speaks truth.
November 11, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Hi Linda, you’re right. I had two thoughts when I saw that little leaf: one, that it had come to tell me something, and two: that it was making a gift of itself.
So glad you liked the poem.
November 12, 2009 at 9:15 am
Nice photos. nice poetry, nice way to begin my day.
November 12, 2009 at 9:37 am
Thanks, Jennifer. Have a good one.
November 14, 2009 at 5:29 pm
Love it!
November 17, 2009 at 12:16 pm
Thanks, Cristina!