Fall. Some call it their favorite season. Some go as far as to wax poetic about it. I understand. Hell, I'm an autumn child. As seasons go, fall is one of the best, but I don't love everything about it.
This is the pile of leaves I raked this morning:
McGraw 1, Leaves 0
Notice that none of the leaves from the tree directly above the pile have fallen yet:
McGraw 1, Leaves 1
And here is a sizable hunk of squirrel tail found in the yard. Not sure what squirrel dismemberment has to do with the time of year, but squirrels and fall leaves are a kindred menace.
McGraw 2, Leaves and Squirrels 1
Bring it, bitches.
nwb
No comments:
Post a Comment