The last of our backyard leaves fell this week.
Looking out at our bare, winter-ready trees I find it hard to believe I took these pictures only a week ago.
(That last picture of Anders makes me chuckle. I don’t know why. Something about his little helmet/life-jacket/running. And I don’t know why any of them were in such spectacular apparel. I don’t recall “safety” ranking high in their list of considerations for outside play.)
But it’s still fairly colorful elsewhere about town and overall it’s been a perfect fall (and leaves on the ground to crunch has it’s own charm).
The end. (Oh, except for: Goldie makes paper bats and a little magic.)