Midwestern autumns are beautiful, aren't they? All those leaves changing colors and covering the ground. And there they are, so pretty, on the ground and the roof and the driveway, and I love to look at them, and then I remember that all those leaves are the responsibility of the person whose lawn they have landed on, and then I remember that that means us. And then I get depressed.
This year, however, was awesome for two reasons:
1) We just caved and paid for that leaf service to vacuum up the leaves. This meant no more leaf bagging, just raking them into an enormous pile at the front of the lawn. Yay!
2) By "we", I mostly meant John and the big girls. I supervised from inside. Double yay!
The last time we had beautiful weather, they looked like they were having so much fun, I just had to go out and take some pictures.