Fall Frustration

In a couple of weeks, the county will send trucks to pick up piles of fallen leaves. Every street around me has been reduced to a single lane by vast snowbanks of leaves. And I grumble and complain, because I have to back up to let another car pass, or park two blocks from home by a rare leafless patch of curb.

I bitterly question why people can't just wait until leaf day to rake their leaves to the curb. Why the big hurry to encumber my life?

Then it rained. And I understood.

(But I still hate it.)