The last leaves hang on by the merest of threads. It's a tenuous hold, as they whisper and rattle in the breeze. One by one they let go and twirl their way from branch to earth - or, as the case with some of these oak leaves last week - glide into a bramble of stems.
Beech leaves hang on for months, other leaves only a few weeks. What leaves are still clinging to the trees in your neighborhood?
When they finally let go and fly, what sort of dance do they do across the sky?