Leaf Boat Voyage

I spotted the weathered stone birdbath resting among the orange leaves by the path and knew immediately what we had to do! Tucking my purple yarn buddy under one arm, I scrambled up the rough concrete pedestal until I could peer over the rim. The basin was like a miniature glassy lake, brimmed with cool rainwater and floating golden foliage. I fished out a sturdy, curled maple leaf, carefully seated my yarn buddy inside like a true captain, and gave the leafy stern a gentle nudge. He drifted across the rippling water like a champion explorer, docking safely against a cushion of damp velvet moss!