I think it’s colder on the bus than it is outside! I’m not sure what Slappy has going on with the thermostat but I think a little heat may be in order. (And I was just thinking before I got on the bus that it was brisk, but not as cold today.)
The trees are still so green and vibrant. My grass still grows at a fairly alarming rate. The cooler temperatures don’t seem to have affected the vegetation. Yet.
That brings me to the thing I hate most about autumn: Leaves. You see, we have NO trees. A lot of shrubs, but NO trees. And every year at this time I seem to begin the never ending task of removing everyone else’s leaves from my yard and landscaping. Bag after bag after bag of them.
My neighbors cut down the two trees in their small front yard shortly after they moved in. A few years ago, they replanted saplings. This year, the twin trees are just sturdy and tall enough to throw leaves all over the place. They’re already making their way from the neighbors’ yard to ours. If I hate mowing, I hate leaves more. A lot more.
One night in the last week or so, House Hunters has an episode where a couple went outside to view a lovely, open lot behind what was a very nice house. The yard was completely covered in leaves. I gasped. I didn’t care how nice the house was. I wouldn’t know. I’d have already been back in the car after glimpsing that yard.
I like trees. I really do. I just wish they didn’t shed so much.