I got off my rumpkis on Friday and raked leaves.  One hour.  Six bags.  A relatively clear yard.  It was a beautiful thing.  Then I woke up on Saturday to snow – snow which knocked the remainder of the leaves off the trees.  When I looked out the back window, it looked as though I hadn’t raked at all.  Rude. 

So, I did the only thing to do …

I sat in a pile, grabbed a handful, and frolicked. 

So here’s to you and a brand new week.  May you make the best of what may fall …