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October 25, 2008
Falling Leaves
In almost all of the places I grew up, there were really just two seasons. Summer, and Not Summer. Summer was the time when you would step outside, take three steps, and explode into flame. Not Summer was the season when you didn't.
Living in NYC is so different, with distinct seasons. I love all the trees changing colors, all the vivid hues of the sunsets of the southwest, condensed into single leaves.
But when they begin falling, that really sucks. Then you can't see the hidden dog shit.
Posted by G at October 25, 2008 04:47 PM
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I grew up in Vermont and we got lots of glorious autumn color. Just before the surface of the earth froze solid for 7 months.
The leaves were good practice, cause not only do they hide dogshit, they are also as slick as ice when they get wet, so you knew what walking was going to be like for the next few months.
Posted by: Tony at October 30, 2008 03:40 PM
Oh yeah. I grew up in MA, with 4 seasons, but really learned about the dog poop problem only a few years ago while walking to someone's apartment-warming party. 'Twas a glorious fall afternoon, we were strolling alongside Morningside Park, shuffling leaves, when I began to notice a horrible smell, and the smell wasn't going away the farther I walked . . . and my shoes had tread soles.
Posted by: Cohort 6 Fellow at November 2, 2008 11:03 AM
LOL! So funny. When we were living in Sioux Falls, SD, I remember being scared to go outside in the summer because I honestly did think I would explode into flame. Then it wasn't so much the hidden dog shit that bothered me, but the friggin bugs. So many damn bugs. Why couldn't THEY burst into flames?
Posted by: Pua at November 3, 2008 11:47 AM
That first paragraph literally made me belly laugh. Excellent writing!
*wanders off cackling merrily*
Posted by: goblinbox at November 5, 2008 02:23 PM