FlapJilly and I took a walk through the piled up leaves on her New House Street. The smell turned me back into a little kid, flinging myself into the gigantic pile Daddooooo created under the pin oak tree. He collected them in the basket of the sweeper, dumping load after load in an ever growing pile, crowds of neighborhood kids waiting patiently until he swept them all up.
SIR is going to have to do some serious raking, if the leaves on these trees in his backyard ever decide to leave their branches.
We didn't need jackets as we wandered through the Potowatomie Zoo this morning. I didn't worry about FlapJilly freezing in her I-dripped-lemonade-all-down-myself outfit. She was dry by the time we got to the playground,
after we fed the goats.
I warned you that there wouldn't be much verbiage this week. I'll be back to business next week, dealing with elections and American Democracy. For now, I'm living the good life. Reality does not need to intervene.