I always thought "The Virgin Suicides" (the movie) captured the melancholy of losing the cathedral of leaves very well.
My other memory on this topic is hearing my father describe driving to the east side from downtown on Fall days when whole neighborhoods were raking leaves simultaneously. Apparently, it was common practice as that time to rake the leaves to the curb, douse them in gasoline, and set them on fire. My father recounted that the sky would be black from all the leave fires.
I always thought "The Virgin Suicides" (the movie) captured the melancholy of losing the cathedral of leaves very well.
My other memory on this topic is hearing my father describe driving to the east side from downtown on Fall days when whole neighborhoods were raking leaves simultaneously. Apparently, it was common practice as that time to rake the leaves to the curb, douse them in gasoline, and set them on fire. My father recounted that the sky would be black from all the leave fires.
I forgot about the leaf burning, yes! very communal moment each autumn, everyone would just hang together on the street, even if they werent raking.