Linking today to PINK SATURDAY.
Luck Leaves. The bush out back has long been our Luck Bush, ever since our oldest Granddaughter Gracie lived with us. She’d go out with Ganner, select a nice leaf, and hand it to him through the car window, for Traveling Grace and a safe return.
Then it branched out to encompass one and all---visitors, the UPS man, the guy who reads the Gas Meter, and it just became family tradition. When one of us was going out the door, another one would pick and give a Luck Leaf---about once a month, Chris would clear the little console spot of all its shattery shards, and we’d begin again.
The Luck Bush and the Weather Bush. We’ve had the Weather Bush tradition and name a lot longer, for when it was just a small shrub, Chris would look out the window and gauge the day’s weather---seeing if the bush was wet, or icy, or blowing in a breeze. And for several years, it was the home of an immense lady spider, dubbed Mistress Octavia, Ogress of the Weather Bush. She lived way back inside, against the trunk, and I go pay a call now and then. I could see her peeking out of her great funnel-labyrinth, and when I’d gently jiggle the tip of a limb, she’d come to the door to see what was for dinner.
Some of the bright trees over in the next neighborhood. The area is much newer than ours, and not so shady and tree-rich, but the trees give their all to Autumn’s display.
And my very favorites---these caught my eye as we passed one of the big cemeteries. We always drive along the back side, where reside the “above-ground graves” as we used to say in the South. These stalwart trees, with their glorious burst of Autumn gold, look like eternal flames, or candles in the window. Lights lit by loved ones, for remembrance and to light the way home.