Hey, leaves, I give up. You not only win, you own my ass. You are the Steelers, I the Browns. There isn't a single one of you left in the trees, and yet, by some unholy curse, the lawn keeps filling up. Armed with my trusty rake, I have now been gathering you into large piles for the past 5 weekends. Oak, maple, birch, ash...it matters not, for the trees are in league against me. Did Sisyphus suffer so?So here I am, bowing down, a true supplicant kneeling before his Masters. You may be thin and brittle, but by sheer numbers you become a mighty force of nature. Like the million drops of rain that make the flood, you have turned my lawn into a parti-colored sea that even Moses would be helpless to part. I beg you to stop, have mercy, desist, but know you answer to no earthly entreaties.
Truly, this day I am humbled. I am bound to this task, and I await next Saturday not with dread, but resignation.
nwb
3 comments:
aww, just rake 'em into the street.
No one will notice.
kb
I dump them into the street every Friday, when the leaf vacuum truck takes them to wherever dead leaves go, hopefully leaf hell.
nwb
I got this image of you being sucked into a leaf pile, only to be uncovered later as a picked-clean skeleton. Horror movie idea? "The Leafy Massacre."
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