A Parchment of Leaves
“It was as if I had been working on a quilt and suddenly the pattern had taken on its shape and meaning. I seen that I had married a very quiet man, the opposite of myself, of my own daddy, of my own people. He was the opposite of his own people, in fact, for Esme could outtalk any preacher, and Aaron was all the time going on with his notions and daydreams.
Maybe it was the time of year that made me notice it. The weather seemed to give me hints. Rain showers in the summer had come in with ...rumbling thunder, sheets of water pounding against the tin roof, wind that bent the trees low and set the leaves to chattering. But cold rain fell straight down in November and December, quiet and soft, sometimes so gently that it seemed a damp mist you could walk through without becoming wet. The sounds of evening—crickets, frogs, katydids—were gone until spring. Even the creek seemed to silence itself somewhat. The last of the leaves fell with no more sound than a dying breath.MoreLess
Maybe it was the time of year that made me notice it. The weather seemed to give me hints. Rain showers in the summer had come in with ...rumbling thunder, sheets of water pounding against the tin roof, wind that bent the trees low and set the leaves to chattering. But cold rain fell straight down in November and December, quiet and soft, sometimes so gently that it seemed a damp mist you could walk through without becoming wet. The sounds of evening—crickets, frogs, katydids—were gone until spring. Even the creek seemed to silence itself somewhat. The last of the leaves fell with no more sound than a dying breath.MoreLess
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