I have only recently discovered the joys of fallen leaves in the back yard ... the promise that lay in the crunchiness of the leaves makes my little Scottish heart sing. 
Today was the day we raked the leaves ... or rather ... mother raked the leaves and I ran like a blue streak with a stream of leaves trailing behind me. Followed very quickly by barking at the rake and scattering the leaf piles ...
And then mummy made the purely amateur mistake of putting her work gloves down ... good luck getting that glove back, Ma ...
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