Carpet of yellow leaves

Today Zsolt and I lay on the lawn beneath my giant maple. We looked up at the yellow leafed branches framed against the sky – hard, clear blue and not a cloud in sight. And all around us on the ground was a carpet of yellow. Our front yard was the picture of autumn perfection, and it felt incredible to watch leaves flutter and spin and drop down beside us.

That was the best part of my day.

Twenty minutes later we raked up the yard.