Nothing left but memories and photos. And a thick blanket of leaves under yesterday's snowfall. And under those leaves?
Well hidden land mines of the doggie kind.
In remembrance of this all too short season, I wrote y'all a Haiku.
Snow on the pumpkin
I'ts not even Thanksgiving
[bleeep] where are my boots?
Huh, says Euka. Nice one, Food Lady. You're a poet and didn't know it. Yeah, you might want to hang onto your day job for awhile.