Late last weekend, we celebrated our Annual Fall Ball, an acknowledgement of the glorious seasonal cycle in wear their most flamboyant dresses for one final dance before dropping them. The origins of the Fall Ball event were inspired by George Cooper's poem, which I modified to suit our circumstances.
Prophet lingers near a corner of the yard, hunting for "orange leaves". She returns with a golden leaf instead.
The King helped Prophet identify the warm golden leaf she found using our favorite tree ID book- an out-of-print Little Golden Books guide from less sophisticated days.
Gnome participated this year for the first time, adding her own leaf chronicle of colors. She was our most enthusiastic leaf finder.
As you can see, however, the leaf identification was less than thrilling for her. Fortunately, the King relished leaf ID.
The Eldest took his sweet time, wandering through underbrush, considering vines and shrubs as well as trees. I snuck a photo of his work in progress while he dallied near the garden, which still bears green tomatoes, and continues to fruit despite recent freeze.
Sweet Isla on our hike in Tannehill last week.
"And then the party ended, the season's lost and found."
If you'd like to add your own tradition of a Fall Ball, the printables and description from last year are free. And they exist for you to enjoy.
