Today, according to my west coast brother, is "Look at the Leaves Day." It seems to me that looking at leaves, especially as they drift down from trees on a lazy breeze, is a perfect activity for the first day of "Active Aging Week." I warned you yesterday that this week was upon us. In the middle of the day the trees I see from my balcony are still green but early in the morning, when the sun shines at an angle, the trees already glow golden.
A friend commented a few days ago that we should plant more trees in Fort Wayne. I had to laugh at that. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against planting more trees, but when I look at the view from my apartment I see nothing but trees. Looking north, my view is mostly of residential areas of the city and there are lots of trees. It's really not surprising. Trees grow well in this part of Indiana. The very flat area east of Fort Wayne and stretching into Ohio was, two hundred years ago, The Great Black Swamp. My home town of Woodburn got its name from all the trees that were burned, while land was cleared and drained for farming. My German farmer ancestors didn't let a little thing like a swamp keep them from clearing the land. Legend has it that some of that wood was burned in smudge pots, inside their houses, under kitchen tables, to keep the mosquitos away while they ate.
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