Leaf

“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold”.

George Cooper, American poet and composer (1840-1927)


Some bad days for poor Mum recently. She suffers a great deal of pain, numbness and heaviness in her legs, and becomes exhausted very quickly. I don’t think the colder weather is helping.