The Fog
The fog is swirling around downtown this morning. The rising sun seems to be thickening it rather then burning it off; everything is glowing. I love the fog, it softens the city’s hard edges and mutes the noise. Fog almost seems an element to itself, one of mystery and intrigue. It memorizes and transports the soul to another place.
Autumn is in full swing. The unpredictable weather, the harvest festivals and the changing leaves combine to create a beautiful mosaic about the fullness of life. I think the leaves are my favorite part of the season, they have always facinated me. When I was a small child I would collect lots of leaves from my neighborhood and stick them in my parents’ books. A few times my mother and I made crafts with the pressed foliage, but mostly they were forgotten then. I wonder if some of them are still there?
One of the crafts we made of “leaf glass”. We arranged leaves overlapping each other on wax paper. Then we placed another piece of wax paper on top of them and iron them. when you peel the wax paper from the leaves you are left with sheet of leaves that looks like stained glass. Today, as an adult with responiblities I sometimes long for the innocence of childhood. I never want to loose the feeling of being subject to whim and wonder.
Yesterday I bought a cookbook (the Better Homes and Garden cookbook) and I brought it with me to work today. As I was walking around the parking lot checking the cars I picked up some pretty leaves. when I came back to the booth and stuck them in my book. Maybe I will forget about them, but maybe I will make myself some stained glass. (I have only been able to find parchment paper in stores though, whatever happened to wax paper?)
When Michael and I have children, I don’t want to live through them, but I do hope that they can experience the same feelings of whim and wonder that I did.
October 5th, 2007 at 3:13 pm
Wow…there’s a flashback. Those memories you related brought back
By the way, on this
one of where in elementary school we did something like that. I hadn’t thought about that in decades or those macaroni crafts we made in summer
camp. I always wanted to eat the macaroni.
end if it wasn’t for the falling leaves you wouldn’t think of autumn.
It’s back up in the 90’s. Good post.
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October 5th, 2007 at 6:14 pm
I love the picture. I still cannot resist collecting pretty leaves. We always had to do a leaf project at school each fall in the elementary grades. I used to wax my leaves after they were dried the way you describe.
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