They have been quiet for a while now. I cautiously open the door a crack to check what they are up to.
They are waiting outside, the bolder ones pressing close against the doorstep, almost half in, like children wanting to come in but looking for confirmation of some sort, the not-so-bold ones spread haphazardly behind, waiting for a definitive signal from those upfront (or a push from their benefactor the wind), to make a move.
I know the lull won’t last long and I need badly to put the clothes out to dry on the clothesline. The sun is so moody these days that dillydallying is not an option. I pull the door open wider and step out, and as if on cue the wind picks up, egging them on in no uncertain terms.
Encouraged thus, they rush in giggling, pushing and shoving each other playfully, scattering themselves all over the clean floor of the landing that has been recently swept and mopped to perfection. Oh well!

Luci keeping the intruders out
©Shail Mohan 2016
🙂 Fall leavesl! I love them and hearing them skitter around. Don’t like them in the house, though!
Me too! 🙂
Out of something so mundane as falling leaves
Our Shail fascinating blogs weaves
Then she adds Luci
Who guards fiercely
But, for the fallen, i wonder, who, if at all, grieves?
I think they are a happy lot, Gulshan. They chatter and giggle all day long pushed around by the wind.
Check this: Wind and the leaves 🙂
🙂
Love the post. She sits on the throne, fearless..
Yes, she does 🙂 Thanks, Vishal.
Such a beautiful post Shail. Loved it 🙂 Also tell Luci, great job 😉
Thank you, Sulakshana 🙂 Luci says, Woof woof (thank you)!
So true, so true. Very eloquently written and frankly, I can’t wait for the wind and Fall leaves. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
We don’t have fall as such, but more trees shed in July/August and others in December/January. 🙂
Aw, Fall around here is breath taking; the color on the mountains look like Fruit loops! 🙂
I have seen pictures and wish to see it some day! 🙂
A good thing to put on your bucket list.
I’ll never look at leaves the same way again. I keep nudging them out with the toe of my shoe as I leave.
You look at the world through such poetic eyes.
Thank you, Mel. 🙂