A full month after my birches dropped all their leaves on the front lawn, the neighbor's have just started shedding. A brisk November wind is wafting them across the street to where I'd long since raked up my own.
This seems to be the way life goes. You clean up one mess, and overnight another blows onto your lawn. This is an observation, not a complaint. I'm still here to clean it up.
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