I found these beautiful, lacy things on an afternoon walk through Glen Mary Park. They were curled and crumpled in damp piles, so I brought them home and tried to flatten them for a photograph.
They resisted, so I ironed them.
First with steam, because I was afraid they would crumble, then with a dry iron because the steamed leaves curled as they cooled off.
I did pause at one point and think, "I am ironing leaves. Most people don't iron leaves." At least I didn't say it out loud, because I would have been talking to myself and that would really be kind of, you know, weird.