Following the falling leaves

All the bags from the holiday were strewn around the house.
All the crumbs and sand and mud from the weeks adventures were thickly covering the car.
All the attitudes from several late nights and tired children were plainly evident.
All the jobs were aplenty, but my lovely husband told me just to go out for a bike ride and be done with it.

So I did. 12 miles through beautiful countryside, straight from my back door. Following the falling leaves.
I love that man. He's the best thing for me.