Falling . . . falling . . . falling . . .

What better way to while away a crisp November morning than to sit quietly on a small dock of a big lake watching the leaves on the trees along the shoreline--blowing from slight winds, coming loose, gently fluttering downward till they reach the water.  Falling...  falling...  falling...  down...  around...  twisting, turning, upside down, carried on a breeze...

And we can't forget about these 'whirligigs' which we used to call 'poliwags', or, simply, 'helicopters' when we were growing up.  Once these maple tree seeds landed, we'd pick them up and toss them in the air as high as we could so we could watch them twirl back down again.  We even used to open them at the seed and stick them onto our noses just for fun!  Ahhh, memories...  on this crisp November morning...  just watchin' the leaves fall...