Falling

Forget political yard signs. The real issue is how the residents of each house in my neighborhood handle their leaves.

It’s an integrated area. That is, most people work on their yards themselves, but about one out of four pay others to do it for them. I’d been staying on top of my leaves, diligently bagging them a couple times a week. I even gloated after receiving approving nods from the compulsive guy across the street who works on his yard every day.

He must despise me now. The last couple of gusty days have put me far behind in the battle. At this point, I envy those privileged few who pay a lawn service to vacuum their lawns with industrial equipment the day the last leaf falls.