Monday, November 12, 2012

11-12-12


The guys went out in the dead of night (well, in the dark at least) and collected leaves around the neighborhood.  For crazy mom who won’t give up on her annoying ideas.  They are a cheap and easy way to improve clay soil, and they help fill big massive holes in the alley…

“Listen. . . .
With faint dry sound
Likes steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees
And fall.
- Adelaide Crapsey

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