Falling Leaves

There were such lovely colours in the park today, the woofer paid no heed however, preferring to chase sticks like a wild thing. I'm not quite 100% and after needing a little snooze after our turn around the park I have traded this evening's St. Andrew's Ball for a night on the sofa with dry toast accompanied by happy little snores… hence the photo of autumn leaves and not a haggis! Happy Saturday Blip Buddies!

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte