One of the few things I miss about living back east is the leaves falling in autumn. This photo is from (I think) New York City, probably Central Park a few years back, and I really miss the color, the crunchy sound, and the ability to just kinda plow through ankle-deep piles of leaves that have accumulated on the ground. I can get a little bit of that out here in a nearby park where a kind of hedge bush drops some tiny, crunchy leaves on the sidewalk, but lately the city has been cleaning them up, so the crunch factor is nil.
I have always loved the riot of colors of autumn and usually take photos of “leaves I’ve met” when I travel to London or NYC. I occasionally even bring a leaf home, stuck in a book, and forget about it until the next time I pick up that book … always a nice surprise.