Pond life

What lies beneath?

Usual Saturday midday trip for speciality bread and sticky buns added as an alternative treat for later, then washed the wee car on our return home, although no one will notice any difference once the clocks go back in the wee small hours of Sunday. Once again the football team failed miserably away from home and, while that was happening, I was raking up the latest deposit of leaves in the garden as a form of therapy before taking a photo of the pond for a blip. No doubt there will be many more leaves hiding at the bottom which I'll need to dredge up. But not yet.

Not all the leaves are brown, although the sky is grey and it's not even winter yet.