I walked home the other night, in the daylight-savings-time early evening darkness, with sidewalks still strewn with leaves. I felt like a little kid swishing through boot-deep mounds, the lovely sound of all that thrashing and rustling, the lingering pleasure of a lasting autumn.
Squinch 
You have a soul mate in Mary Anne; she loves Fall leaves – which we don’t often have a chance to enjoy because we don’t have them either in South America or Arizona.
Jack