The Only Leaf Left on the Tree

I've been singing the title to the tune of Only Living Boy in New York.


Breakfast in bed, blowing/raking leaves (all but this ONE) and a long talk to my Mam that left me feeling like a child (good) and an inadequate housekeeper (notsogood).

I Zumba'd. Raked some more leaves.

Then the Beloved made me dinner and I fed him chocolate banana cake.
It was all rather lovely :)

(backBlipped 11/11/13)