LEAVES

Leaves, leaves, leaves. I have spent the whole weekend sweeping, gathering and moving dead leaves. And I am not finished yet. My sister-in-law suggested that we cut down the big beech tree next to our house in order to lessen the supply. But it seems a shame to fell a centuries-old tree just to avoid one weekend's hard labour each year. I will finish tomorrow and then look at my tree with renewed respect.

Walter Blotscher