Rust three

This is an oak I know that never drops its leaves but keeps them all crispy and brown all winter long. I know the leaves haven't oxidised but I'm being poetic. A gentle day today, took the nut to the park. Swings were swung. Slindes were slid. Leaves were crunchled. Dirt angels cannot be made on concrete or grass but luckily there was some mud near by.

Oh and I did make it to both yoga and the Buddhist centre, mostly due to my lovely friend (and chauffeur) jo.