Crushing leaves with my dog this perfect afternoon, I don't know why I didn't think to bring my camera.  Sometimes the perfect photograph presents itself before my eyes... not a flash of it, but the perfect picture, lingers, teases and haunts me later.  Yet. No camera. Today, someone had hoisted a small pumpkin onto a wooden bird feeder ledge attached to their giant pine tree.  A squirrel had nibbled a huge hole in the side facing me on the sidewalk and was entering to get seeds, and then chomping on them for minutes at a time.  Another squirrel came down and chased the first one away and then grasping the sides of the hole, as I would not to fall in, it gobbled at the sides of it.  Sweet.

Later in my jaunt, an orange sombrero filled the would-be frame of my non-existent camera.  A lady in her garden with new blue jeans, a deep turquoise t-shirt and that yellow-orange hat was working her pile of leaves.  I paused to watch the squirrels in her tree houses perched above her head, and two sparrows flit around below her knees.  Like some Colorado fashioned scene from Cinderella.  I love Autumn.  Ummmmm.