November Leaves

The leaves are still hanging on for their lives, but the majority gave up the ghost and fluttered to the ground. This year it seems as if gravity was kicked up a notch and they all came 'straight' down without following the breeze to the neighbors yard.

So, Carson and I spent a few quality hours together this afternoon, blowing and raking the leaves into piles and then mulching them up.

I was blowing, and Carson was raking. I had to redirect him several times as he began to rake the leaves back UP the hill in the opposite direction the other brown critters were headed.

He is a good little helper none the less.

The most precious moment was when I see him picking up leaves and hanging them back on the tree. It didn't matter that it was a naked dogwood now adorned with sycamore, beech, poplar, maple and oak, he said it needed its leaves back.

Its moments like these we treasure!