I picked up this leaf a few hours ago. Already the contrast between the yellow side of the leaf with the bright green stripe down the center, and brilliant orangey red are fading. When I saw it in the sun the colors were vibrant.
I have NO idea what we did with them from there, but for years to come, I found pressed leaves in an assortment of old books. And so it is that I picked up a few leaves on my walk today. They're safely nestled amid the pages of the Reader's Digest Atlas of the World. I need more red ones. In fact, I found one outside my work place. Its now tucked under some manuals on my desk. Tomorrow I'll transport it home.
Perhaps I'll trace them and create a meandering quilt pattern. Perhaps I'll venture into dying my own fabric. Or perhaps I'll forget about them completely - happy in knowing they took me down memory lane.