doodledee

It was hella windy a couple days ago. Like 40 mile an hour gusts or something. It knocked down tons of leaves, except, of course, for the huge maple tree in my backyard that always seems to stubbornly hang on to its canopy until like Thanksgiving. I suppose that's ok, though, as I'm pretty sure the pilgrims originally treated Thanksgiving as just a big leaf raking party / backyard barbeque and that only in recent times have Hallmark and the NFL transformed it into the all day gluttonfest that we know and love today. Jerks.

To top it off, the winds ushered in a couple days of drizzling rain. It's the kind of rain that doesn't require an umbrella on your way to the coffee shop, but it's bound to ruin oodles of cardboard suits of armor tomorrow night. This also means that not only are all our yards covered with leaves, they're covered in heavy, wet leaves. The kind you practically have to ring out before you bag them. Ugh.

But it's not all bad. Heavy wet leaves are too heavy and wet to be blown around with a stupid leaf blower. What a treat!