We received a shoebox full of fall leaves.
My sister-in-law and I have a thing about mailing gifts to each other, though she’s certainly done it more times than I have, kind soul.
The box was full of fruit leather and a few pumpkin spice oreos, even a fall candle. And an abundance of crunchy yellow, brown and orange foliage.
They came at just the right time, because even though it’s fall in Georgia, it’s a bit more fall-like in the cold of Indiana.
Eliot asks to go run in the fall-winter [leaves], even if it’s 75 degrees outside.
But to get a box full of autumn from 684 miles away? That’s a lot of seasonal magic.
So we gathered our blue string and Eliot piled his pens and markers and we made 2 leaf garlands.
And one hangs above the couch in the living room, the other over his bed.
“So fall can be in your room!” I said.
They are more than just crinkly, colored leaves.
They are an act of love, and a kind reminder that beauty can travel across state boundaries and from one mailbox to another.
My mom mailed a Missouri leaf to Eliot, too, and so the garland grows, and so fall asks us to cherish her beauty again and again.
Do you have an envelope handy and a tree nearby?
Hunt down a leaf, crinkled, golden, green, with veins of bursting color.
Send a letter, send a leaf, and cherish both seasons and relationships.
Especially when our season is hard, we must learn to cherish.
Send a leaf.
And fill your home with the quiet colors of autumn’s welcoming beauty, any way that you can.