Make Like A Tree

Some people bring children into this world because they believe its necessary to continue the evolutionary process. Some have no friends and are allergic to dogs, ergo, they make babies. These people's homes usually smell like casserole. I decided to bring children into this world because it was easier than finding a lawn crew in the fall of 2007. Seriously, landscapers in Charlotte put you on a six-month waiting list in 2007. Now there's millionaire bankers trying to get jobs as landscapers.

I tell you this because it's leaf season again. Things you never think about when you buy a house: Those majestic old trees will someday shed their bounty all over your lawn, and then stand over and look at you as you pick it up. I equate it to a dog pooping in the road and staring at you while you scoop it into a bag. Except opposite. Kind of.

Anyway, the leaf raking has begun and Cooper, who I thought would be able to grasp a rake at this point since he recently started walking, has not been much of a help. He mostly just tried to eat the leaves, which is kind of like a human mulcher. Think about it .... yeah, it's gross. But I guess he's helping in the best way he knows how.



--Jon