Last week, Thomas and I made our annual pilgrimage to Mamaw's to collect leaves for the compost pile. (Now, you would think with all the trees we have on our farm, we would not have to go looking for leaves somewhere else, but since our trees are in woods with heavy undergrowth, the fallen leaves are very difficult to gather. I tried that one year, and after spending an hour scraping about on the forest floor only to glean enough leaf matter to make one teaspoon of compost, I decided that I had better look elsewhere for them...and get moving on planting trees in our lawn so that we would have "leaf insurance" for the future.) Of course, Thomas doesn't have enough frontal cortex yet to understand plant decomposition or planning for the future, but he sure did have fun playing in the leaves!
