[Explored! #19 on Oct 7, 2008]
A lone leaf on the path leading from my daughters school called to me with its redness. A nice sign of autumn.
On the train in I read the news about the state of fallen markets around the world, yet more red. I looked back at the image and thoughts merged, a bit from the Douglas Adams book "The Restaurant at the end of the Universe" popping into my head...
The Golgafrincham's, or at least the ones dumb enough to allow themselves to be shipped off their home planet, have landed on a prehistoric earth and declare their first order of business is to establish leaves as a currency. They then decide to burn down the forests in an effort to control inflation, on the grounds of leaf availability being too high.
".. the current going rate has something like three deciduous forests buying one ship's peanut."