Before the giant liquidambar tree in the front yard blankets our lawn in reds, oranges and browns...
Before the after-dinner daylight dwindles from feature-length entertainment down to 30-second spots...
Wesley and I are trying to savor most evenings outside. And I've been pretty good at keeping him from eating the leaves.
Until last night.
Interesting note: The leaf retraced its steps back up and out of Wesley in pretty good shape. Wesley laughed about the whole thing. Shanon? Not so much laughter.
