Trapped

Ever since this leaf was but a bud it had dreamed of it’s destiny. To grow, flap in the wind and gently end it’s days by fluttering to the ground to be absorbed and nourish the very tree it was born on.

I can not imagine how it got trapped under the window trim on our (The B’s) bedroom window where The Boss saw it this morning as he was dealing to his underpants (OK Ok more info than you need I guess)

After the fruitphone shot AND after breakfast it was still there, so he took pity and opening the window removed it from the rubbery grip and let it flutter to the ground.

Then he mowed the lawn.


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