twinkle twinkle little star

how I wonder what you are called. It was a hard call between the whole tree, some branches or the leaves on the grass. The morning wasn't so bright, which was a bit of a shame as the sun makes it look like it's on fire.

It's funny how you stand there, taking pictures and feel the urge to pick up a bunch of those pretty leaves and take them home. Then it appears to me that I am without children and I hold in my urge. But they are so cute!

Being an adult can be a battle at times.....