There it is. I see it. It’s one leaf. Blowin’ in the wind.
Well, actually it’s blowin’ in the man-made wind. The man behind the blower doesn’t seem to know where he wants that last leaf to go. I could tell him where to put it but that would be inappropriate and he couldn’t hear me even if I tried to tell him.
I think I understand the problem. People are hired and wages may be determined by time spent on the job. Work hours are important and so are salaries. I get that.
It’s the noise pollution, of course, that gets us.
Beautiful days when you’re trying to talk to your neighbor across the fence.
Sunny days when a lie-down on the chaise is just the thing.
Painting a plein air scene on the banks of the river.
A card game on the porch.
The joy is sapped from all those things….and many others….by the leaf blower, the lawn mower, the tree trimmer. Blow, Mow and Go.
It’s always that last leaf that seems to be the problem. The clock ticking so the salary can be earned and the family can be housed and fed.
Conundrums? Yes. Solutions? I don’t see any in the foreseeable future. I hope I’m wrong.