Does anyone else love the crunch of dry, fallen leaves underfoot as much as I do? There's something incredibly satisfying about crunching leaves as you take a step. Sometimes I go out of my way just to walk on leaves. I might even cross the street for them, as I did when this picture was taken. Fallen leaves also represent the change of seasons, the beginning of nature's hibernation. It represents the start of nature's rest as winter creeps up, of the fact that even though you don't see change on the surface, even though nature seems bare, and asleep, internal change is happening in anticipation of spring. I digressed, but the point is, with fall comes this week's simple pleasure of fallen leaves underfoot. Happy Weekend!