I Love Trees

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I love trees,
no matter the time of the year~
Tiny tight, bud-like flowers,
leaves all colors of green,
leaves orange, scarlet, or golden
and even trees
with no leaves at all ♥

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Mr. Barrett’s Autumn Meditation

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Autumn always reminds me of Mr. Barrett, the man who lived across the street from me when I was growing up. Mr. Barrett’s annual obsession was the leaves. He owned what I can only call a riding – outdoor – vacuum cleaner. For two months of every year, Mr. Barrett became one with his yard. When he wasn’t pacing his lawn vehicle back and forth over the fading blue grass, he would dart from his garage with a poker or rake to get the five or six leaves that would fall between the pacing and the parking of the giant leaf sucker–this all before the advent of the beloved leaf blower.

No surprise, Mr. Barrett owned the first leaf blower on the block—to him an absolute instrument of wonder. Everyone on the block knew of his purchase from the unique roar of this contraption.

Every year, my entire family, usually one at a time, though sometimes in a group, would take a daily pause at our front window, to watch Mr. Barrett groom his property. And daily, my father would comment, “He blows the leaves to the streets and then overnight Mother Nature blows them right back into his yard.” I guess all the same, Mr. Barrett was communing with nature in his own way as he always looked happy.

Until I was older, I never really understood why anyone raked leaves because it seemed to me that the wind took care of the evidence of the passing season. And as I think of it, the leaves my father raked held one purpose~piles in which to jump. I really don’t have a clear memory of my father bagging those leaves…perhaps the wind…

Thanks Mr. Barrett and Dad ~ for the memories ♥ nannette

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