Wednesday, December 3, 2014


In the spring of the year we can't wait for the leaves to bud out.

In the summer we are SO happy to have the big old trees just full of leaves to provide the cool shade.

 Then fall starts to arrive, oh my the colors!

by Elsie N. Brady

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

Then the fun begins... 

We are sure glad that our mower has a mulching attachment, and we have a leaf blower on hand.  No raking here.

Now we are ready for the SNOW!

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