Beware the mature trees in your yard

Last Sunday my husband bought me a leaf blower. That same day, the babies and I mocked him in the carpet of beautiful rainbowed maple leaves on the front lawn.



Eventually the color of those gorgeous leaves drained out into the yucky muddy grass, and suddenly our yard was no longer a place of fairy tales, now being filled with a serious volume of doodoo brown-looking crunchy stuff.

It was then that I thanked the good lord for my darling leaf blower, and like Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor before me, I showed those nasty leaves who was boss and blew them down to the street, saying "Augh Argh Augh" all the way like some wild creature happily choking on the bones of its enemy. And today the delightful dudes from the city came with their massive vacuum mulcher and recycled them for me. See you next year, Leaf Blower.