Ah, November. Our first tiny bit of snow might come tomorrow morning in the wee hours, making the last of the golden leaves hanging on finally fall to the ground. 

It's also the time of year when Evan's propensity for walking under bushes becomes comical. And no, those don't just brush off with your hand. Each one is now individually attached and will have to be time-consumingly extricated. 

Taken this morning, our late bloomer that holds out through a good part of Spring before bursting into leaves is the thickest blonde in the neighborhood now. We'll see how she fares overnight.