Hanging by a thread

I love autumn, well I'm rather fond of all the seasons really, but autumn is great for colour, flurries of falling leaves and scuffing through piles of them once they've fallen.

It also reminds me of the suicidal leaves sketch from Monty Python's Meaning of Life which makes me smile.

This little fella is hanging on for dear life. I don't know how long he'll stay, it's a bit breezy out there today, but I wish him well.