11/8/09 3:37 PM
I’ve had this unusual urge to rake leaves lately.
There’s a giant white mushroom that springs up in the same place every November. I put a black walnut on top of the mushroom, to see what kind of picture that would make.
That was kind of cool, but what if I raked around the mushroom? Before I knew it, the whole yard had turned into a labyrinth. And even though oak leaves and acorns smell quite different from black walnut leaves and husks, I was back with my brothers raking streets and houses into the yard, digging completely the sound and smell and rhythm and methodical pace of metal tines scraping the ground. Plus it’s a whole new way to experience the space, walking that path.