Fall is definitely in the air. The trees are turning beautiful colors, leaves are falling to the ground.
As I was driving to work, looking at the pretty leaves, I remembered doing leaf crafts when I was young. I would find a beautiful leaf, and Mom and I would iron it between two pieces of waxed paper to preserve it. We would cut a shape around it, and hang it in the window. I loved to do leaf rubbings, too. I'd take a leaf (maple leaves were my favorite) and place it under a sheet of paper, then watch as the vein pattern appeared when I rubbed my crayons over it. Seeing that pattern emerge is a lot like learning to read. At first, letters don't mean anything- like the scribble of a crayon. Then you recognize letters and sounds- the pattern emerges. As the letters turn into words, and the words into sentences, and the sentences into books, you can see the beauty- like the finished leaf rubbing. Enjoy a good book today--and maybe a leaf rubbing, too!