“Not everyone has your passion for dead leaves.” Jane Austen

Youth and beauty fade like the color of autumn leaves.
Youth and beauty fade like the color of autumn leaves.

John Everett Millais had a passion for beauty and it’s ugly step sister–death. Always with beauty comes the sad acknowledgment of its fleeting nature. Oh, well.

These girls are gathering leaves . . . to BURN them. But the environment, you say! Burning leaf parties used to be fun in the old days. I guess parents were pretty stupid back then. I mean, those dresses were bound to catch on fire and where were the adults and the smores and the constant shoving of the kids away from the flames? Where was the hand-ringing about global warming?

Did you know that when people were afraid of global cooling they proposed an end to leaf burning? Now leaves are blown into plastic bags and tossed onto land fills. Of course some people compost . . . but for a kid what’s the fun in that?

Beauty and fun are fleeting things indeed.

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking on the days that are no more.”



Bring back leaf burning to end global warming!

The old ritual of leaf burning

You too can own burnt leaf perfume!