A Bad Case of the Piles

No worries, this post isn't a diatribe on the after-effects of plural pregnancy, but more of a commentary on the status of our autumn beset backyard.

Double Daddy and I have long looked forward to the day wherein we could place our litter-born labor force into action beyond the simple retrieval of seed pods and sticks. This fall may be that blessed time.

Of course the tricky part is convincing 8-year-olds the leaves should stay at least semi-piled!