Wednesday, I spent four hours blowing and raking,
filling twenty bags of leaves, from my yard.
The next day, I could barely MOVE.
Saturday, my boys were sentenced to yard work for bad behavior.
They did a great job mowing . . . and raking . . . and blowing.
Later on, as I was trimming the bushes, I glanced up at the trees.
Half of them were still full of leaves.
Look at them TAUNTING me, I thought.
Like mischievous teenagers, waiting for darkness to settle,
before gleefully dressing some unknowing person’s yard with rolls of paper,
they cannot WAIT to shed their leaves, like confetti, all over my yard.
The next morning, the yard was covered in “confetti”.
