Autumn leaves

A full tree of leaves in our back garden is now bereft, the remaining leaves still a bright gold shining in the afternoon sun. I'm reminded of the opening sketch in Python's Meaning of Life where all the leaves are chattering, one fall's off.. a brief silence and they all plummet screaming to the ground. I should have gone out in the rain and swept them all up but AFC Bournemouth v Newcastle Utd on the TV was easily the winner.