One of many, many . . .

After all the storms and wind we're elbow-deep in leaves.
The garden is so covered in mulch it can barely be seen at all.
Have to put the rest in bags which always makes me twitch.
And the neighbours aren't interested, diligently raking up everything.
Bad garden hygiene they tell me.
Tell that to a forest, I tell them.

Thanks so much for all your kind words about Sam - and the picture - yesterday. Uncomfortable place to sit in for two weeks, but I'm expecting a good outcome.