The Thing About Those Pretty Fall Leaves Is, They Fall.

We may not have New Hampshire's maples or Colorado's aspens, but we do have a few colorful trees in Charlotte in November.  Mostly we have oaks, which turn from a dull green in summer to a vibrant dull brown in autumn.  But we also have some maples that are nice.  They is real purty.

Then they all start to come down.  And they don't stop falling until all 89 trillion of them are on the ground.

That's when the crack team of leaf removers steps in.

Benjamin very much wants to pitch in and help, but the rakes are Daddy-sized and he is Spud-sized.  Plus, he doesn't quite get the concept.  He may actually remove more leaves from the pile than he adds.

The reward for his exertions is a fun ride in the leaf tarp.  

Ok, So Maybe he Won't Grow up to be a Doctor

Benjamin's maternal grandparents gave him some Mr. Potato Head toys;  I think they're called "Spud Buds", which would be appropriate.  He's good at the dismembering part, not so good at the reassembling part.

 

Getting the various limbs and body parts into their correct locations is tough.  But look at the concentration. Look at the focus.



Meet Mr. Horribly Disfigured Potato Head.

"How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavored to perform?"

-Reaction of Victor Frankenstein after bringing his creation to life; 
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley