Day to day observations, whether delightful or truly objectionable
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sung by Nat King Cole in 1956 for the movie Autumn Leaves English lyrics written in 1947 by Johnny Mercer Music by Joseph Kosma
Originally this was a 1945 French song Les Feuilles Mortes (The Dead Leaves) with music by Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert. Les Feuilles Mortes was sung by YvesMontand in 1946 for the film Les Portes de la Nuit.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall
The height of the fall season has usually been here by now, but this year Mother Nature kept us waiting. A few trees had turned golden yellow or red, but only a few and I was beginning to wonder if most of the leaves were just going to go from green to brown and drop off. But it has now turned Autumn in our neck of the woods and I am savoring every day.
This camera can not capture the golden glow that presents itself like a canopy gently covering all, but I hope you can enjoy the pictures nonetheless. They were taken in the area of our neighborhood, or in Stone Mountain Park.
Taken while strolling through Stone Mountain Park
and around the neighborhood.
Autumn is my favorite season ('favorite most', I would say as a kid). It has been so enjoyable taking leisurely walks enjoying the scenery and watching the leaves drift slowly to the ground. A task that I like to do is "The mulching of the Leaves," which I have been doing every weekend since they started falling, and I see that I still have a few weeks to go before I put the mulcher away for the winter.
Did you used to like jumping into a pile of leaves? I did...it is a wonder that Dad ever got them raked up. Maybe that is one reason I like mulching them - it is much easier than raking.
Here's wishing you a lovely fall and a Happy Thanksgiving.