The Rake's Progress
When I was a kid, falling leaves meant piles of leaves to frollic in. The whole family shared in the annual ritual with rakes and laughter. Now, there is no laughter and even if there was, who could hear it above the deafening roar of leaf blowers? And we call this progress?
Brilliant allusion!
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Yeah, I really dislike the contemporary pilgrim and his or her so-called progress. It is only technological progress, and at the death of the spirit, the soul, everything that counts.
Love the smell and feel of leaves between my toes, my nostrils.
Distant memories.
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I get what you're saying and I agree... although...
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I could have a Lot of fun with a leaf blower! lol I could see chasing someone around the yard with a little wave of leaves... and those that are obsessive about their leaf blowers, waiting for a single leaf to fall into their drive so they can play with their toy... All I can say is... leaves+rubber cement+leaf blower=loads of laughter!
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