It's November in Connecticut and the sound of leaf blowers is throughout the land!
Today, I'm serious, the sound of leaf blowers and leaf suckers and whatever else there is was constant on Cornwall Avenue.
And I hate it.
Rake your leaves like a decent person (like Bern) does.
Or let them alone and let them make you ground more productive by rotting and renewing the soil over the winter.
Good Lord, let me have some peace and silence on an Autumn day.
Please.
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