Senescence

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I was over  at Mum and Dad’s today raking leaves.  They are away and we want to make the house look lived in.

It was another beautiful autumn day.  The sun glistening through the leaves, and onto the leaves that had fallen.

The many, many leaves.

It started me thinking about senescence… the crispy brown leaves crackled under my feet as I gathered them into piles.

Just like me, slowly getting older, more wrinkles, dryer skin.

Still it’s hard to resist a big pile of autumn leaves isn’t it?

And that inner child, just under the surface of that 42 year old skin, came out to play.

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Eventually I had enough throwing leaves around. Bits of dead leaf had even worked their way down my jeans into my underpants. How does that happen?
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I picked a few lettuce leaves from the vege patch and went back to my car.

When I got their the door was open. 

My handbag on the seat.

Had I left the door open when I got my camera out?

Shit, I thought.  This is where I discover my wallet has been nicked.

It wasn’t in my handbag.

I felt sick driving home.  The hassle of sorting out my credit card again.  Oh and my cash splash cheque was gone.

The momentary joy of throwing leaves in the air forgotton.

When I got home I found my wallet on my chest of drawers.  Where I had left it after going out last night.

I made a salad from the greens picked in mum’s garden and sat outside in the sunshine.

8 thoughts on “Senescence”

  1. Wouldn’t life be boring if we were sensible and grown up all the time? Here’s to jumping in puddles, drawing love hearts on fogged up windows and throwing autumn leaves 🙂

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