We woke up this morning to a beautiful frost. The grass was white and crystalline, the air crisp. The low angled sunlight was just brushing the tops of the blades of frozen grass, cause sublimation to occur. The mist slowly rose from the lawn. Then Jay ruined the whole mood.

Nance? How far did you rake the leaves on Monday? Did you do the backyard?

Um, no… I only did the side and the front.

Really? It must be an optical illusion of the frost, but it looks like the leaves are gone!

He was right! The leaves WERE gone. Hmmm. Then Soleil noticed all of the leaves were off our deck too! Then I noticed that it looked like our lawn had been cut!

At first, I was blaming Mrs. Figby for sending her fall clean-up karma our way. I mean, who willingly cleans up someone else’s leaves? But I had to call our landscapers. They cut our yard because we have run out of time to do it. They will do a fall clean-up also, for $400! Yes FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS! I’m sorry, I am cheap, unless I am sick, I can get those leaves myself, thankyouverymuchthankyouverymuch! The landscapers let us know that they decided since fall is running a bit behind, they would give all of the lawns one last cut. And that cut sucked up all of our leaves…. Ah… At least most of that chore is done now, right?