The locust leaves are insidious.
The locust leaves are everywhere, as pretty as they are, causing us to pull out the current version of the ‘electric broom’ and do our best to remove them.
Stewie, who should have been trained as a duster, given the beautiful, full tail and fur he has and a tail mimicking a commercial dust wand, manages to find them outside and in the house, entrapping them for a moment, then in a total self-cleaning mode, depositing them wherever he happens to plop down.
They are impossible to keep up with at this time of the year.
Cleaning our front and back stoops are totally a necessity as they get loaded with the beautiful, gold gems, and then come in on our shoes and on Stewie’s fur. Yesterday, we completely cleaned off both stoops. The first thing I saw this morning was the back stoop, loaded with gold from the back tree, ready to make a trip indoors.
I have not yet talked about the little golden leaves, but I am fed up with them.
I just read a book by Richard Powers entitled, ‘The Overstory,’ a book he won the 2019 Pulitzer Prize for…an amazing read. I love my little gold locust leaves. I am sorry for complaining.
The book is fiction but it details a very unique book about trees, tree life, climate change, and Mother Nature. It talks about the destruction of virgin forests in the USA and throughout the world and how that devastation is going to be our undoing.
I cannot complain any longer about my locust leaves, the jewels of trees that are doing more than sometimes annoying me, but providing me with life.
Thank you, Mother Nature.