I enjoy all the seasons though a mild and balanced Spring is my
favorite with Summer running a close second since I can finally shed my brown flannel-flapped insulated drawers n’ boots in favor
of breezy green jungle undies over ashen glutes.
Winter signals a slow hunkering down, more work, and risk of injury but it also brings
the fellowship of the holiday season and a new year marker for yet another
chance to live life more thoughtfully and try
‘again’ next time to get it ALL right.
But Fall is indeed the wolf in sheep’s clothing since beautiful lush, flowing foliage
turns auburn and drawn overnight, wilts, and drops millions of reminders of the
work ahead and the loss of once warm temps and long lazy days left behind.
Yes I fear the crispened cool air bearing down and the
change of color that so many flock to see and
celebrate because it represents a half year of hideaway hibernation
ahead. Though I know it is good for me in many ways, I don’t relish the
relentless ‘exercise’ it takes to clean up all of those tree leavings, comings and
goings. I can’t ignore the encapsulating blanket of leafy convergence upon the doors, cars, and LIFE so
something has to be done with them or my wife, post office guy, and vandals
WILL surely notice when they can’t get near the house to do their bidding.
Oh sure I prepare by stocking up on all of the right tools
to help blow, suck, and grind-up whatever I can but in the end, there are more
piles of debris than there is pavement to pile it all on. Sometimes I lament my
life because it seems so unfair that I have a monopoly on a truly coveted
cruddy leaf commodity. Why should others only dream of the wealth that I have
amassed - so this year I have a generous plan to make life ‘more fair’ and share
my leafy-luxury with the 99% of my community who are less fortunate and haven’t yet
FALLen for the benefits of true socialism.
Why should I be so selfish and uncaring to my fellow man
when most people aren’t lucky enough to live on the cusp and breathe in the
warm and welcoming mildewy-musk, of a giant forested mulch pit? My generous and
overly sensitive nature shall no longer know the fear of falling toward the
dark side (even under the cover of darkness) and staying self-centered and
greedy like in my shady past. From now on I vow to do my best by bulking-up bags
of leaves, sticks, and pine needles to gift
to each of my neighbors, trick or treatsters, or charity solicitors and help all who must face Fall - longing, leafless, and in genuine need.
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