An optimist soured....
Concerning my year end leaf cleaning chores yesterday I wrote..."The, hopefully, last cleanup of leafy debris from the yard". What a sucker I am to have had so much hope. At approximately 10 o'clock this morning a thin wisp of a line of thunderstorms accompanied by 45 mph winds rolled through the estate tearing every dangling participle of a remaining leaf and twig loose from it's arboreal connection and depositing them on the lawn. Not to mention the accumulated pile of leaves and pine needles from the roof that was added to the melee.
The situation makes me pine for the good old days of my youth. The days in Missouri when we used to push all the leaves and debris into the street, wait for a damp wet day and just set fire to the whole mess. There was something rather charming about this method of leaf disposal and often times now when I smell fireplace smoke on a cold damp day I remember back to those years when the whole town of Cape Girardeau smelled somewhat like the fragrance of pinon pine smoke. I suppose it's against the law now to burn big piles of flammable organic material in the streets. Sure was fun though.
Concerning my year end leaf cleaning chores yesterday I wrote..."The, hopefully, last cleanup of leafy debris from the yard". What a sucker I am to have had so much hope. At approximately 10 o'clock this morning a thin wisp of a line of thunderstorms accompanied by 45 mph winds rolled through the estate tearing every dangling participle of a remaining leaf and twig loose from it's arboreal connection and depositing them on the lawn. Not to mention the accumulated pile of leaves and pine needles from the roof that was added to the melee.
The situation makes me pine for the good old days of my youth. The days in Missouri when we used to push all the leaves and debris into the street, wait for a damp wet day and just set fire to the whole mess. There was something rather charming about this method of leaf disposal and often times now when I smell fireplace smoke on a cold damp day I remember back to those years when the whole town of Cape Girardeau smelled somewhat like the fragrance of pinon pine smoke. I suppose it's against the law now to burn big piles of flammable organic material in the streets. Sure was fun though.
