These leaves are sitting on a platter in my kitchen, and each time I pass them by, I smile.
A real smile that goes deep on the inside, a smile that no other person sees.
They are so beautiful, they are free.
They remind me of primary school days - when I would throw leaves in the air and dance under them.
The leaves hold so many colours ... so much variety.
They are from my liquid amber and there is a little pride, that it is now growing in my garden - a sense of being grown up, I have a tree, I planted it.
And today they are my way of bringing the outside in.
I am so thankful for these leaves.
These are my boys, Phantom, Hamish and Charles. They enjoy some of the same foods (as they are here); they are all three years old; they are sterilised (sorry boys - I promise not to let any girl cats read this); they love their Mama and are very affectionate. They also have very different personalities, however, I will leave that for another day - it is back to the marking for now.