I Love Trees
Hours spent, acres and acres of leaves picked up and moved to where they can replenish the soil. Then I look up and these two; maple and Oak, young and strong, mocking. Every leaf waiting to be released. First frost? nope; wind gusts? Still clinging; nature鈥檚 timing? I think not.
They wait and watch until tractor, trailer and rakes are back in the barn and smugly I count the job complete. Now the release, timed to add a snag to the plan. Two rebellious teenagers. 馃檪