What a Difference a Week Makes

(I hear from Mom that my Aunt Barbara wishes that I would keep on posting every day because she likes to read them, but doing that takes a surprising amount of time and effort to think up things to put on here, and so this is to say that I'll try to post every couple of days, Aunt B, just for you.)




A week ago the leaves on the maple trees lining our street were bright yellow with touches of vivid red. In seven days the view down the street changed dramatically. Yesterday Durwood and I went out to corral the fallen leaves and send them down to the curb to await the city leaf collection squad. Durwood had the leaf blower and I had the rake and tarp. Our neighbor saw us and came out with his own leaf blower to help. I give you--Men Blowing Leaves One-Handed!