24 September, 2006
Originally uploaded by Planet Vicster.
It's getting to be that time of year again, when the leaves on the huge Chinese elm tree in the back courtyard begin to turn and fall. Watching the leaves fall is Simon's favourite pastime. The moment he hears the leaves rustle, he will drop whatever it is he's doing and sit at either the kitchen or bedroom window and just watch the leaves fall. He's been known to postpone meals because he's afraid he might miss a leaf fluttering past the window. I have witnessed Simon, in a sound sleep in the living room (at the opposite end of the apartment from the bedroom), suddenly leap up and tear into the bedroom where he sits on the edge of the bed and just...watches. For hours. It's quite zen, really.
Occasionally, a leaf will flutter toward the window and get caught in the wood screen where Simon retrieves it and leaves it for me as a gift. I still have last year's collection of about a dozen dried leaves. About a week ago, he presented me the first leaf of this season, for which I thanked him and promptly added it to the collection.
A few days ago, we got a notice from the property management at the apartments stating that the back courtyard area is going to be torn out and re-landscaped this upcoming week. I ran into the property manager at the Ferry Terminal a couple of days ago and he mentioned that at some point the Chinese elm was going to have to come out.
"You don't understand," I said to him. "Simon loves to watch the leaves fall from the big tree in back. It occupies him for hours and hours! When Simon is occupied for hours and hours, BILLIE AND I HAVE PEACE!"
"Well, the tree isn't going to come out next week," the property manager reassurred me.
So, for now, Simon can carry on making himself comfortable and waiting for the leaves to "dance" for him. But when that tree comes out, I may have to invest in a pet stroller and wheel His Furrieness over to the park to watch the leaves perform their seasonal dance. Or move.