Granny Rosie would've enjoyed today!

Years and years before I had time to look at things like leaves and dirt, I had a mother-in-law and father-in-law who pointed beautiful pictures of such things out to me.
I would sit on the porch with my NY self and look at the cars and the traffic and the trucks and the people and Mom would say, did you see that? I would say what. The leaves falling out of the trees, she would say. Mom... I wanted to say, the leaves fall out of the trees every year. Why are you pointing these things out to me? I was blind to the beauty of God's creation. Blinded by the massive structures and awesome presence of man-made wonders around me...
I had to travel to the beach or something to see anything but the words and the fearful things around me. Is that man, friend or foe? Walking around with the guarded heart and mind and stance. That is the NY mindset. I lived and lived like that. My father-in-law would let me know how foreign this was to him. He would sigh and wonder. I am sure he wondered whatever Ben and I had in common.
I have learned, only since being in the south and being around trees everyday, without an agenda. Without a tournament to watch or play or an event to follow. Who is winning the race to the ground in the leaf race? It is a wonderful sight. Minus the fear of worrying who is going to run out in the street with those cars racing through the neighborhood like that. Minus the fear of who is getting lost. My lunch hours and my breaks are now able to be given to nature watching. No one would call it nature at all. My mother-in-law would understand the difference, in me. I spent about 5 whole minutes today watching a cricket on a chair in the courtyard. It was awesome and it didn't even look in my direction.
My Mother-in-law and Grandma Ruth and the older people in my life must've thought I was so nosey. I could not enter into their interests outside of themselves. I wanted to know about their relationships with people and they wanted to forget those things and talk about today. Today, the leaves were falling so beautifully swirling and racing to the ground, each wearing their colors and in different lanes, like... a race? Can't get away from my sports analogies, I have to work on that. Like twirling DNA?