|As Seen From Across the Pasture|
|Maple and Oak|
|House and Yard|
We never bothered raking the leaves. The wind generally blows most of them over into the woods, and the rest don't seem to hurt anything. In the old days we could rake them into a pile and burn them, but now there's a law against burning leaves or trash, brought to us by our elected officials who's sole purpose is to regulate everyone's life until we, the great unwashed, finally go around the bend and end up on the front page of the local bird cage liner. Imagine wanting to live your own life, free of onerous restrictions and Draconian taxation. Sounds treasonous to me.
By this time next year I'll likely be living in the Columbus area, probably in a condominium, complete with a homeowner's association comprised of elderly busybodies who will be delighted to tell me what to do, when to do it and how it shouldn't be done.
Meantime, I'm not going to rake the leaves.