are the leaves for all the house managers and municipal workers – at least it seems so. Only hours after heavy gusts of wind had poured down all the fruits from beeches and chestnuts, together with some leaves, the leaf blowers/suckers started a concerto grosso, underpinned by the diesel growl of the road sweeping vehicle. Autumn music that is.

Not more than an annoyance

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2 thoughts

  1. I wish I could pick up some of those chestnuts and stick them in my pockets. You can liturally smell them too!

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