Home Free by Tom Toro for January 10, 2024

Milo, you might enjoy reading “The Last Leaf” by O’Henry.

The racoon’s comment made me laugh out loud.

Eventually nature will follow its course, unlike the plastic grocery bag that’s been caught in a tree since March.

The Last Leaf, O Henry The story is set in Greenwich Village during a pneumonia epidemic. It tells the story of an old artist who saves the life of a young neighboring artist, dying of pneumonia, by giving her the will to live. Through her window she can see an old ivy creeper (growing on a nearby wall), gradually shedding its leaves as autumn turns into winter, and she has taken the thought into her head that she will die when the last leaf falls. The leaves fall day by day, but the last lone leaf stays on for several days. The ill woman’s health quickly recovers. At the story’s end, we learn that the old artist, who always wanted to produce a masterpiece painting but had never had any success, spent considerable time painting with great realism a leaf on the wall for the whole night. Furthermore, the old artist himself dies of pneumonia contracted while being out in the wet and cold.

Leaves defiant of the weather – stick to the branch forever!

C’mon guys, could your leaf it alone while its stays up there in peace?

I love Milo’s romanticism!!

Hope Springs Eternal.

:D

Dunno. I’ve always found “Last leafs” kinda sad.

it’s singing "leaf me alone, won’t you leaf me alone, please leaf me alone- Ruby Red Leaf (now brown leaf)

Take a closer look—it might be held on with spider silk to trick the grasshopper army into thinking summer hasn’t ended yet

Actually, I had yellow roses still in bloom up to this month when the 10F weather happened.