A leaf’s journey
With a whoosh, an “oomph” and a thud, a 20-foot-long branch unexpectedly sheared off the trunk of a sycamore growing on a slope above my rural Agoura backyard.
At the top of the slope is a walking path around our community’s little lake. Noticing the commotion, a passer-by peered from the path down into my backyard.
She was bent and tiny, with snowy tufts of hair poking beneath a floppy blue sun hat. With a vigorous swat of an arthritis-misshapen hand, ...
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