Yesterday, I took a break from coughing to wander around the yard at the little house in the big woods. The air was filled with the delightful nutty smell of fallen leaves. Oh, if we could only bottle it. I know. Fallen leaves mean raking, but that’s all right. I really don’t mind being outside on a crisp day and raking the leaves. Also, it gives the dog plenty of time to run and bark, his two favorite things.
Here are some pictures of the yard and garden. Who knew that decay could be so lovely? In a golden, melancholy way, of course.