"Ho! for the leaves that eddy down,
Crumpled yellow and withered brown,
Hither and yonder and up the street
And trampled under the passing feet;
Swirling, billowing, drifting by,
With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh,
Starting aloft to windy ways,
Telling the coming of bonfire days."
~ Grace Strickler Dawson, Bonfire Days

Hanging out with my dear Aunt Jeanne, and her Yorkie dog Maddie, on her riverside deck patio, next to the Mountain Fork river in Oklahoma. Its time to rake some leaves and burn some wood.