And the streets were paved with cheese

I'm still getting used to the idea of fall, but I admit that the leaves are beautiful.  Every time I drive down my street I want to sing a song from the classic An American Tale.  "There are no cats in America and the streets are paved with cheese!"  We have the cheese-paved streets, but we still have cats.  And they happen to mate right outside our bedroom window.  But I digress. 

The view down our street.

 Another plus of fall is my rainboots.  Which are mainly an excuse to wear ridiculously cozy socks that don't fit in any other shoes I own.

 And I love walking down the sidewalk after Halloween.  I only wish that they had been kind enough to drop some good candy.