...of an addict - I collect leaves, leaves and more leaves. I press them,
dry them, store them,
create with them, and then do the same thing the following year. I have a collection of fall leaves that would likely rival the number of Carter's peanuts, and yet I can't seem to stop.
At the front of the house where our two glorious maples reign (see previous post), the ground is covered with such a vast array of vivid reds, oranges, golds and green that my mouth waters in anticipation. Now if I could just stop picking, pressing and drying, I might actually do some creating with them. More to come....