This morning, I walked out to find that the oak tree had thrown off the last of its burnt crimson dress. It crunches under my feet like last year's seasons. Perhaps next year the style will be a shade darker or lighter. It doesn't matter, it will be lovely.
Autumn Leaves, Nat King Cole, (old king cole? Bing cherries? Nan King?) of course is mahvelous. I had no idea the french version is so depressing. It's about dying in the leaves and not caring because love is dead so we should be too. Isn't that nice? Here's Yves doing it french. (if the video link works:)
It has a non commercial appeal. What do you think? Any favorite versions?