The blustery winds of the last few days have caused major leaf havoc. The drive is hidden beneath a thick layer of golden leaves from the lime tree. Whenever we get the broom out to sweep up, Storm loves to "help." I'd love to know what is going on his brain but something is telling him that the broom must be attacked and wrestled into submission at all costs. Today he managed to pull the broomhead off the handle (again!). If I really want to get the leaves cleared I have to shut him inside. But today Will was happy for sweeping to be derailed and for it to turn into a game!
