Underneath the oak leaves

The light was beautiful this afternoon on the tiny lane outside Mom's care home so I stopped to inspect the oak leaves.  Deciduous trees have such interesting shapes, don't they?

Mom was very quiet this afternoon.  She is having trouble recognising and understanding what things are.  She was sitting by a small table which had an edge on it - she kept touching it and asking what it was.  Then she put a glass down on it and it fell over.  And she kept touching my trousers to try to see what they were.  And she had someone else's trousers on...  Hoping to hear something from Social Services soon...