The paths I follow these chilly winter mornings are filled with fallen leaves and compost and I must walk slowly to see the hidden treasures that await me.
Leaves that are hidden beneath the oh-so-brown 'leftover' leaves.
What else might I miss if I walk too fast, if I keep my eyes ahead and don't pause long enough to look around and up and down? "Great things are done by a series of small things brought together." - Vincent Van Gogh