Just like in the song… they drift by my burrow, the autumn leaves of red and gold. Every time I stick my nose outside I am drowning in a sea of them. Poetically speaking, I do love this sea of gold at my doorstep, but this seasonal deluge does make my trips to the deck more difficult than usual. So, in the interest of my comfort, rather than ethereal beauty that currently surrounds me, I simply cannot wait for somebody to finally move them so I could enjoy my daily strolls again. While I am still out, mind you. I am getting ready for my snooze, after all.
In the meantime, I will try to enjoy the view…