Soft
metallic sound of rake across brick terrace! Bamboo fingers mountaining leaves
against walls! Sight of multi-coloured pyramids of leaves in garden stillness!
Paradise of returning beauty turned to infernal season of misseds and bellowing
brutishness by blowers. The Worst Contraptions. Ever. Invented. Anyone who
forsakes a rake for a
gasoline-powered noise-maker is lazy, lazy and very
many times lazy maker of thoughtless, horrendous and unnecessary pollution.
Inventors of these autumn-ruinators should be subjected to the unpleasant whine
of their rude tubes forever. What were they thinking? Go away! April should
bring peace, reflection, expanse. Here endeth the blower rant.
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