There is something about October that always makes me feel somewhat sentimental.
Perhaps it's the leaves fluttering to the ground signaling the last days of summer have arrived and a white blanket of snow is not so far away.
Maybe it's a reminder of the last fall visit I spent with my late brother-in-law Bob White. I'm not certain but I do know it's a beautiful time of the year.
Bob was raking the leaves up on his front lawn when he suddenly remarked "You know John, burning leaves causes pollution, yet burning the wood of the trees where they come from doesn't."
Wow!, was I surprised to learn that. However, realizing he had spent many years with the Department of Natural Resources I respected this observation.
I remember how much raking the leaves spelled fun. Who of us haven't piled leaves as high as possible and then run and jumps into them scattering them about?
Of course there were times when we would get wet from the water they held after rain had fallen a couple of days before, but it was still a lot of fun.
Don Jardine e-mailed us and remarked how sadly he feels that the burning of leaves is now against the law because of pollution.
"It's a no no now of course, but if I ever had to leave Lindsay one of my fondest memories would be of the aroma of burning leaves which blanketed the town during October" he wrote.
There is no way I can quarrel with that observation Don, and to add to it I feel sorry for our grandchildren who will never know the warm and cozy feeling that went along with it.