All of a sudden the leaves are falling in great abundance, forming piles of debris that will rot and turn to soil if not swept away from the garden path. Slippery in the damp conditions of an October morning they have also settled on the car, turning it into a kind of camouflage vehicle that is hidden from the gloomy sky.
I drive the leaf machine to work and watch in the rear mirror as great swirls of vegetation fly off the roof and onto the road behind me. I’ve scattered what’s left of the summer time to the edges of the tarmac where they will be blown away or sucked up by the road cleaners. One leaf holds on for dear life just out of reach of the windscreen wipers and never let’s go, all the way to Wakefield.
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