I do find it strange that at this time every year, when the air starts to smell colder and the light is different, the leaves which have been
waving above my head suddenly all end up on the ground! But it's good to accept what is provided - the dry rustly leaves are perfect
for a good old rummage-through in quest of the pesky squ*rrel!

Dad: a shot of the moving and busy Pooch from yesterday as most of today has been taken up by gardening. :-)