They fall.
They blow around.
They settle in a carpet over your driveway. Your lawn.
The leaf blowers have been buzzing for weeks at our neighbor's houses. But our house was silent. Until one day, the quiet, primitive sound of a rake, long forgotten by the residents of this leafy state, could be heard on the yard of 32 Crane Neck.
Before:
After:
Before:
After:
The old fashioned way. With a rake. Thank you very much.
2 comments:
i love this post.
primitive.
ha.
Just beautiful. I MISS fall :(
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