This is why it's called FALL!
No, Luella didn't fall out of the tree, but she was scared she would yesterday afternoon. Holding on for dear life, after begging for 5 minutes to climb the tree. Uncle Phil to the rescue! This is why it's called fall! These are the leaves we raked from under that tree. Where's Luella? Luella giving the leaf pile perspective. We filled a 30 gallon contractor sized garbage bag with about half of that pile. (It rained last night, so the leaves on the ground doubled.) Luella loved being buried in the leaves. Katja warmed up to it after a bit. Happy Autumn!