I got off my rumpkis on Friday and raked leaves. One hour. Six bags. A relatively clear yard. It was a beautiful thing. Then I woke up on Saturday to snow – snow which knocked the remainder of the leaves off the trees. When I looked out the back window, it looked as though I hadn’t raked at all. Rude.
So, I did the only thing to do …
I sat in a pile, grabbed a handful, and frolicked.
So here’s to you and a brand new week. May you make the best of what may fall …
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