The Night The Trees Went "WOOMPH!"
Its that time of year again, the trees turn technacolor, scarves become more than just a fashion statement, and coffee becomes a survival instinct. When Autumn falls around the old Cavenaugh place, it is less like a season and more like an event. The trees slowly test the water a few leaves at a time like a timid child trying to get into a swimming pool, one toe at a time. Weeks of this will pass, a leaf here, a leaf there, orange toes in a sea of winter. Then one day "WOOMPH", like an arbor cannon ball into the sea of winter the trees dump their leaves on the waiting ground.
The "WOOMPH" is both audible, noticable, and if you aren't expecting it startling. This year we missed the great "WOOMPH", due to being in Wilmington. On our return however, we saw that it had in fact happened, the trees were bare, suddenly we go from wilderness to neighborhood as I can now see two neighbor's houses that weren't visible when we left. The boldly naked taking out the trash days are officially over until spring. Replaced by the carefully naked taking out the trash nights until snow forces shoes.
See you in the spring...
