Leaves...Love/Hate

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!

Leaves

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!