The leaves on the plane trees in the street turn gold before they dry out and softly, floatily, drop to the ground.
They are there for the taking - piles of leaves on the street, on nature strips and on footpaths. If we gardeners won't take them, the Council will.
So I rake up some of the leaves into a pile and put them in a large plastic bag.
I empty the bag into the compost. Now the compost heaps are piled high with dried out leaves.
Behind the compost heap is an old brick wall. The wall was here when we moved in. It was built for safety purposes, a non flammable surface behind the incinerator. During the 1950s, the 1960s, the 1970s and even the 1980s, all gardens had incinerators to burn rubbish. Leaves were regarded as rubbish then and smoky fires were common in autumn.
How things have changed.