Almost anyone and everyone will tell you no season compares to the beauty of autumn. The tones, the smells, the changing countryside. I agreed, until I moved out of my condo and into a house. I saw a few leaves turn and fall lazily to the ground. Then five days later, 3.5 million leaves fell on the yard. Time to rake!
After a two hour battle, the leaves were vanquished. Then a breeze blew and my lazy ass neighbors who didn’t bother raking, watched gleefully as all their leaves tumbled right into my yard. I also realized dog shit is rather hard to see when it’s the same color as leaves, or even better, hiding like a practical joke under a leaf. This time, much longer and with the added bonus of brown treats, I repeated the process. I am beginning to hate autumn. Don’t worry, it will be a short-lived hate, as the first time it snows and I fall down shoveling at six AM or it takes four times longer to get home from work, you will jump to the top, winter.