Twenty Six.

That's how many 45 gallon lawn bags that are sitting at my curb. That's 1,170 gallons of autumn color...and I don't want to think about how many hours worth of work. The funny part is that if the bags of leaves weren't all lined up there, you'd drive by and ask "why doesn't that guy rake his yard?" I'll tell you why...because when rake today, the wind gusts are sending all the leaves across the driveway onto my neighbor's already raked yard. And they're bringing all the leaves from my other neighbor's unraked yard with them.

This is a lost cause. I wish I would have paid closer attention to how they built those flamethrowers at the Burn.

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