It was cool, comfortable autumn afternoon, one of those rare Saturdays when it was warm enough to work in the yard and when it was not raining. I decided to perform the last rite of autumn by mowing the grass for the last time this year (hopefully). When what to my wondering eyes did appear, not one grandma but two grandmas did suddenly enter the scene with rakes and grass bags and gardening gloves and, yes, a small plastic trash container and a dust pan. Together they raked and gathered for over an hour. The result was 12, count them, 12 large grass bags, chock-full of leaves that had fallen from the three tree in the front yard by the curb. The work was definitely worth the clean cut yard and leave-free yard curb. Now, enjoy the pictures.
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