Mom used to be an excellent piano player and instructor. In fact, she gave lessons in Maurice long after she became bound to her wheel chair. She had lots and lots of instruction books and sheet music. She could play the most complicated classical and non classical music. She had a couple that were my favorites, where she would cover every key on the piano. "The Flight of the Bumble Bee and Falling leaves."
This week my thoughts turned to my dad a lot. He was my favorite, and left us much too soon. He did not play the piano, but boy could he sing. I remember how he would always start the fire in the morning-set on an old pan and make coffee -- then go out to the out house for his morning chores. I can still see him sharpening his razor on the strap back of the kitchen door--being pulled to the house in a coaster, after being kicked by a cow that he had just beat up with his milk stool--and tieing his suspender straps while coming out of the outhouse.
We went for a lovely fall ride this week end. The colors were gorgeous,maybe not as brilliant as some years, but fully as overall colorful. We took 59 down to Van Buren -then 64 to Russelville--7 up to 412 and back home. Had some good pecan and pineapple pie (never had that combination before),at the Grand Canyon Cafe of Arkansas on hwy. 7--saw a natural dam at Natural Dam, (really something to see)--and old-old bridges, you never see on the busy interstate.
Now, what has the title and the picture have to do with this writ ting? We have had a few frost--getting very windy weather today--and have a yard covered with a heavy layer of colored leaves. The trees are becoming empty, quickly. My mother used to have sheet music about a little girl who was going away (can't remember her name)," When the last leaf falls from the Tree" and so we have gone full circle and that is how mind works.
