They Sure Are Pretty But.....

Saturday, while I was out racing, S spent four hours raking and bagging leaves. She filled 18 bags plus one giant recycle barrel full of those beautiful orange/yellow/red pieces of foliage that all the folks packing the tour buses in town pay big bucks to see. By the time I returned from the 'cross race in Land of Pilgims (a.k.a Plymouth), there wasn't a leaf on our property. I almost expected S to be running around trying to catch any ones that were spiraling downward to keep the lawn pristine.

Woke up Sunday morning to the view on the right. Uh oh. So much for no leaves on the lawn. This morning, after backing the Fat A$$ down the driveway, we noticed how it resembled a snowstorm with the parking space devoid of leaves.

Guess I know what we'll be doing next Saturday. Gotta go out and buy more bags.