Nothing But Leaves

Leaves, leaves, and more leaves. . .That is what we find at present in nature round about us. Every Fall, about this time of the year, regardless where we go, on sidewalk and lawn, in the city and on the farm, it seems we find nothing but Leaves. There is something sad about that, I always find. The same leaves which once were the life and beauty of the trees, now appear dead and withered and ready to be burned. And the trees which they once adorned stand naked and bare, deprived of their...