Leaves crunch under our feet. The last breath of fall is here. We feel like snuggling in a blanket with a book and a cup of hot tea. Let us enjoy it before the starkness of winter arrives.
Leaves tinged with a last bit of red.
Brown leaves trying to hang on.
A welcoming birdhouse, or branch for sitting and hanging out.
A chair beckons us to take it all in.
Fallen leaves basking in the light.