So, the first dusting of snow has arrived.
Louis quickly ran out and all you hear in the kitchen is the subtle sounds of the leaf blower - in reverse!
An hour later, mission accomplished. All leaves are but a memory.
Until next fall.
I'm willing to wait! What a slow, meticulous process.
Louis is happy.
Drives me nuts.
1 comment:
I hear ys - my crazy man does the SAME thing. My question is who the heck cares if there are a few (and I mean few) leave in the yard before the snow. Well now I know who cares Don and Louis! HA!
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