Joining the Leaf Crazies

leafcrazies2leafcrazies1Do you ever remember something you said, or perhaps did, and get embarrassed? You inwardly cringe or give a nervous giggle? Or maybe you wish you could go back and change time with just a little turn or a small eraser?

Well I do that, sometimes. Especially this time of year.

It’s fall and the deciduous leaves are changing into crayon box colors of brightness and I remember our trip back east and cringe just a bit.

leafcrazies5I was in my twenties, our daughter was 3, maybe 4, and we were on a plane from Seattle to Boston. It was fall, end of September, beginning of October and we were heading back for a week and a half to attend a conference and sight see and explore.

There we were on the plane for hours and I was busy trying to entertain our daughter and read my book and control my excitement.

I finally settled down to read and as I am opening my book my ears perk up at my neighbor’s conversation.

“So why you headed out east?”

“To see the leaves.”

“Me too.”

“You ever seen them?”

‘No. You?”

“No, but people say it’s an unforgettable experience.”

leafcrazies3 leafcrazies4The leaves, I thought, and started laughing quietly. Who were these people who were flying from Seattle to Boston to view leaves? Botanists? Leaf Professors?

I casually observed them. Yup, they were definitely too old for very much excitement. Maybe colored leaves was all the adrenaline shooting excitement their poor hearts could manage.

I glanced down at my book. Then my ears pricked up again. This time the people in front of us were talking. And if it wasn’t the exact same conversation. People going out to view leaves. A little later I heard people talking behind us about the same exciting thing. Leaf viewing.

Who were these people, I wondered? Was I on a plane with a bunch of crazies who were spending money and traveling across the continent to see a few leaves when a drive into our mountains would have been a much cheaper alternative. Did they have so much free time they were filling it with leaf study?

We landed, and while we were standing in line waiting for our rental car, I told my husband about the loonies on the plane who had flown all this way to look at leaves. “Who are weird these people?” I asked, poking fun at them.

Now Seattle has mainly Evergreen trees that stay a dark green year round and don’t provide any spectacular color anytime of the year. Although they do drop ugly sharp dead brown needles that are annoying. In the mountains, there are patches of more deciduous trees that turn color in the fall and this is the place people around Seattle go to see color.

I had been into our mountains in the fall numerous times and I couldn’t even fathom someone spending money to see mountain fall colors thousands of miles away.

leafcrazies6We checked into our hotel for the night and collapsed from flying exhaustion.

Next day we were driving to Lowell and I saw this brilliant purple tree aflame in a leaf color I had never seen. It was so bright I practically needed my sun glasses.

“Stop the car!” I shouted.

Then I ran out and took some pictures and picked up a few leaves.

“Have you ever seen anything like this?” I asked hubby. “Purple leaves?”

Frankly, I ended up eating crow. We didn’t go back specifically to see the leaves, but they ended up becoming a main part of our focus. We skipped part of the conference and drove through lower Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and upstate New York just marveling in the beauty of the leaves. The sheer number of deciduous trees. The colors that were so bright and bold and so unlike trees we had ever seen clothed before.

Suddenly what the people had said that I had been laughing at, made sense. I became one of those leaf hunting, searching, gazing people who were pulling off at overlooks to just stand and stare in awe and take pictures. I also was collecting and pressing leaves in a book.

It was so beautiful we talked about moving back east, and then a native reminded us that it only looked like this a few weeks of the year.

leafcrazies7 leafcrazies8A few days after we had landed and became enthralled with the leaves, some family flew in and we were having dinner with them. They asked what we recommended for sightseeing, and we gushed about the leaves. On and on we talked, and they looked at us with blank expressions. Clearly we were now loonies.

“Seeing the leaves is spectacular,” I tried to explain, “like experiencing an optical orgasm,” I gushed, then blushed.

Two of them chocked on their dinner and almost needed the Heimlich maneuver. My husband raised his eye brows and nodded at our daughter.

Okay, maybe I had become one of those crazies on the plane who was searching for the leaves of all leaves.

Here I was gushing about leaves, these unexpected blessing, when days earlier I had been laughing and thinking arrogant and judgmental thoughts about people like who I had become.

I think about this experience every fall and think it would be fun to head east again and see the florescent leaves, and then I laugh and remind myself not to make the same mistake again.

I am learning that it often better to just nod, smile, and maybe ask a question when someone says something I think is so outrageous that I want to burst out laughing from the ridiculousness of it all.  Especially when it is about something I have no experience with.

Yes, I am trying to remember that sometimes it is best to reserve judgement until I have tried it. Or at least learned more about it.  

Because I never know when I may join them in their ridiculousness and even later recommend it to others.

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Join the Discussion: Do you have a similar experience? Where you made fun of something and then ended up liking it?


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10 thoughts on “Joining the Leaf Crazies

  1. Try Colorado sometime for the Aspens – very “WOW!”
    (I have forgotten exactly what the East Coast is like in the fall but do remember that it was beyond amazing.)

  2. I have a different take on this blog. I think it important to remember that embarrassing words and events that happen to us are not at the top of the list for others. I would be willing to guess that 95 percent of the time people are thinking only of themselves. I can think of several embarrassments from years ago. If I were to meet the people who were there again, I do not think they would know who I was or remember my name. This author/writer is wise. She is using personal experience to touch us all. My thought? Use your own experiences with embarrassment to be tender and gentle with others and spare them when you can.

    • So true. We remember our own embarrassing moments often more than others who maybe were involved. So we need to give ourselves a little grace and realize we are human. But yes, Colleen, we need to use our “own experiences with embarrassment to be tender and gentle with others and spare them when we can.” Well said my friend.

  3. Loved this! Especially the ‘optical orgasm.’ I grew up mostly in the Pacific Northwest, but we did spend a fwe years in areas with diciduous trees (Britenbush Gorge in Oregon, for example). One of these days, I’ll make it to Boston in the Fall ;).

  4. My funnest one was when I moved from Western Washington to Mississippi. There were these fields of Four foot tall bushes that had leaves on them that looked exactly like maple leaves. I asked someone what the bushes were. “You know, the ones that have maple leaves on them. They look like Maple Bushes.” After taking them to a field, they said, “Oh, that is Cotton! Maple Bushes, ha ha ha, that is funny!!!” I asked if they had ever seen any Maple trees? (I grew up with them in our yard) No they had never seen a Maple tree or even know what the leaf on the Canadian flag looked like! I said, “Aright then, you can laugh at me for not knowing what Cotton looks like and I can laugh at you for never seeing a Maple tree or knowing what a maple leaf looks like.” (Yes, I still call them Maple Bushes just for fun!!)

    Loved how you became a Leaf Lover / Loony too!! Don’t judge until you have been there and done it.

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