I live in an old neighborhood. Old houses and really old trees that have lots of leaves. Each fall they look beautiful but then they start to hit the ground. In a lot of Oregon we don’t get much snow, but we make up for it with leaves that cover the ground like snow. It’s always easy to tell who cares about keeping up the neighborhood because they’re outside raking leaves once or twice a week, and barely keeping up.
But then there’s the other neighbors who let the leaves sit and then slowly tu...
Published on December 06, 2012 06:45