Sycamore Leaves

Last weekend, T and I spent some time outside on fall chores.  There were canna bulbs to dig up, leaves in the backyard too mulch, and leaves everywhere in need of raking.  Though I don’t have any in my yard, my street is lined by tall sycamore trees.  Sycamore leaves are everywhere.  These leaves are enormous.

As I raked them into piles for collection, I remembered that little boy JT often admired these leaves and kept a look out for the largest ones.  The year he was 10, we made pictures of the biggest of the year.

He was best-pleased by this activity. These days, when I see an especially large sycamore leaf, I think about that little boy and the ways he brought so much laughter into my life.