God's Confetti ... Revisited

I know that, in my last post, I drew no correlation between my tree that's so beautiful to confetti, especially God's confetti. That's exactly what I think of when I see the leaves falling. It's a little sad, to think of such glorious beauty falling to the ground only to be trampled or composted. But, they fall with such grace ... almost as if there's joy and dancing in their letting go to the wind and inside the rhythm of the season.

I probably shouldn't make this confession, but I'm gonna. There's something else about falling and fallen leaves that makes me giggle, a little like confetti. When Bo and Luke Duke (or any of the good guys, for that matter) would drive the streets and back roads of Hazzard County, there was always a multitude of fallen leaves kicked up into the air. It didn't matter what season of the year it was, the General Lee or Daisy's jeep even Uncle Jessie's old truck sent these once-dead-now-alive-again treasures dancing through the air. I think I live in Hazzard County ... lots of reasons give me that pause. Primarily, it's this - everywhere I go, I am the one these days kicking up dancing leaves wherever I go. You will not hear me shout "yee haw" out an open window and welded door. Neither will you hear my horn toot 'Dixie' ... but you might hear me giggle thankfully for God's confetti.