There was something special about late October and early November Saturday\u2019s for me. Particularly if Yale was playing at home. Walking back from the Bowl in the declining light, the air crisp and dried leaves underfoot. I loved it. Some of the homes had neat piles of leaves gathered curbside along the street. And on occasion there would be a homeowner shepherding his leaves into a low smoldering fire. Carefully monitoring the consumption of leaves. Slowly adding more as needed. I think of it in the way that a pipe smoker carefully keeps his bowl of tobacco lit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I loved the smell of those burning leaves.\u00a0 Too bad that the air from burning leaves is as bad, if not worse, than the fumes of a diesel bus.\u00a0 Well, burning leaves smell a lot better than the exhaust of a New Haven City bus!And then there is this.\u00a0 Bessie told me that when she was a child in North Carolina, that they would put potatoes at the base of a leaf pile that was on a low flame.\u00a0 I think of Bessie as a young child finding joy in that.\u00a0 And I can imagine that there wouldn\u2019t have been a potato to surpass the ones that she enjoyed from that leaf pile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was something special about late October and early November Saturday\u2019s for me. Particularly if Yale was playing at home. Walking back from the Bowl in the declining light, the air crisp and dried leaves underfoot. I loved it. Some … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/October-Leaves-rotated.jpg\")
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