There is something a little strange happening in our backyard this autumn.
The maple leaves are beginning to fall, spreading across the lawn. At first glance, everything looks perfectly normal. Maple trees, after all, are supposed to put on this beautiful autumn show before winter arrives.
But when I looked more closely, I noticed something I had never really paid attention to before.
These maple leaves seem much smaller than usual.
I always think of maple leaves as big, broad, and almost flat. But many of the leaves falling into our backyard this year are small and curly, almost like baby leaves. They simply look different.
I don't know why.
Maybe there is a perfectly ordinary explanation. Perhaps the weather has something to do with it. The summer has been rather dry, and the lawn has certainly noticed. The grass seems to have slowed down, almost as if it has decided to take a break.
But the maple trees themselves don't seem worried at all.
There are still plenty of leaves on the branches. The trees look strong and healthy, standing there as if nothing unusual is happening. They are quietly preparing for the next stage of the year.
Eventually, of course, all those leaves will fall.
That is the way trees live. They hold on to their leaves through the summer, enjoy the sunshine, and then, when the season changes, they let them go. There is no argument, no complaint, and no attempt to stop what is coming.
I find that rather beautiful.
And then there are the pine trees.
They look almost completely different from the maples. While the maple trees are slowly changing colour and preparing to become bare, the pine trees remain green.
Forever young, at least from where I stand.
I know they are not really forever young. They grow older just like everything else. But their evergreen branches give me that feeling. Even in the middle of winter, when the backyard is covered with snow, they will still be standing there looking green.
These trees have been here since we moved into this bungalow.
Over the years, they have watched us come and go. They have seen summer gardens, autumn leaves, winter snow and spring mornings. They have been there while our family changed and while I changed.
I never thought much about them when we first moved in.
They were simply trees in the backyard.
But after all these years, I see them differently.
They have become my old friends.
They don't say anything. They don't need to.
They simply stay there.
Sometimes I look out the window and see the maple leaves scattered across the lawn. I see the dry grass. I see the pine trees standing quietly in the background.
And I realize that the backyard is telling me another little story about time.
The maple leaves will disappear soon. The grass will stop growing altogether. Winter will arrive.
But the pine trees will still be there.
And next spring, if everything goes according to nature's plan, the maple trees will wake up again and cover themselves with new leaves.
Perhaps that is why I don't mind seeing the old leaves falling.
They remind me that change is not necessarily an ending.
Sometimes it is simply the next chapter.
For now, I'll keep watching my backyard.
After all, my old friends have been keeping me company for many years.
I think the least I can do is pay a little more attention to them.
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