My neighbor Mrs. O and I like to watch the leaves fall. She says it’s polite of them to drop, since the sun is so low in November that if the trees weren’t bare we’d hardly see it at all. Usually the oak leaves hang in there, but we had a wicked rain and wind storm last week. Now all the trees look wintry. Mrs. O likes my new name for this time, after the leaves have fallen but before the snow comes: FELL. Fell is an okay season, especially if you are eating Mrs. O’s ginger molasses cookies!!