Life is short.

It's winter, so my life is at an end. All summer, I watched Miss C. play under the shade I made just for her. Fall came, and I could feel the changes in the air, and see my coloring change from green to red. The end was near.

I dropped off my tree yesterday, and sadly lay on the sidewalk thinking that this was it. But then Miss C. came bursting out of the house today and I knew I had one more chance. She raked me and all the other leaves from my tree into a tiny pile, got a running start and took a 3-year-old sized leap onto the pile.

I'm off to the green waste bin, but I don't mind so much. Miss C. made it all worthwhile.