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I took a few pictures of the leaves changing in my daughter's neighborhood.
I walk around the neighborhood every once in a while and take a few pictures of the leaves changing. Most of the leaves that change are the Aspens and they're mostly yellow with a little bit of gold thrown in. But in the neighborhood, people have planted different kinds of trees, some of which change to various shades of red, which is a welcome break from all of the yellow leaves.
Some of my best Fall memories are being 10 or 11 years old and walking around the woods in a little town near Greenville, South Carolina, named Simpsonville. Me and my best friend George would go out in the woods with our Daisy, Red Ryder BB guns, and spend hours walking among the multicolored leaves in the chilly Fall temperatures. Shooting at tree stumps and old tin cans pretending they were white-tailed deer, which is what all the grown-up hunters were after.
Fall in the South not only has a look, but a feeling, and a smell. The look was, of course, the various colors of leaves from the hickory and the oak. The feeling was a chill in the air, very different from the summer's heat and humidity. And the smell, ah the smell, it was my favorite part. It was a smell of hickory logs burning in a fireplace, the scent of old leaves moldering on the ground, and the smell of baking coming from all the kitchens preparing for Thanksgiving. Those of you in the South this time of year are very fortunate, very fortunate indeed.
And last but never the least, the old boondork happily ensconced in his daughter's yard with an excellent view of the changing leaves.