Today, or was it yesterday, I woke up and when I parted my red cafe curtains that embrace my two windows above the kitchen sink, I was given a view of a solid sunrise with the main attraction, ROY G. BIV.
Then, it rained later on that day and the leaves that have plagued our driveway, filled up our gutters, blanketed our roof top all in preparation for the snow, have blessed us with a lovely balance of yellows and browns and reds and orange. No matter how fast we mow and bag, it's pointless, the branches are taunting us with more fun playful games before they go into hiding deep within the root of the branches, the life lines of all the tree's.
Sort of like a last hurrah, only it happens every year.
It's okay, I don't mind if they tease us, they're just so darn beautiful.
Ahh, Life is Good.
And then I hear a cry from above, and it belts out, "Mooooooooommmmmmmmm, Ben's going to destroy our roooommmmmmmmmmah."
Time's up. Kid's grab the rakes, you're being put to work.