It was ferociously windy on the weekend, that was an advantage for raking as it meant that leaves thrown into the air were whisked off into the woods. This is supposed to be a picture of leaves whizzing past the frenziedly flapping laundry, if it's a bit of a blur that accurately reflects the experience. As the day got wetter being out there felt more and more like sailing. All done though, leaves out of the way on Sunday. Snow fell on Monday.
A consequence of all these leaves is that Charlie has lost countless balls in the piles. He's taken to carrying this one around. It's sold as a ball to amuse horses and it's big enough to be hard to lose.
It's also big enough and heavy enough to be hard to throw but, at least once it's hurled off the cliff it takes him a while to drag it up again.
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