Old leaf

Old and decrepit it may be (a bit like me, then), but, when the sun emerged briefly, this leaf shone out from all the rest and if a leaf could speak it was saying: "Me, me, me. Take me!" This one is definitely heading for the slush pile (see yesterday's blip) but it deserves its time in the sun and I hope you agree with me that, warts and all, it fair glows.

When I got home, my neighbour was out with his noisy leaf blower, ridding the road of leaves. My leaves are piling up and, in time, I guess I'll sweep them up - before they turn to slush; can't allow that.