Linus and I just got back from a walk, something that he needs a couple of times a day. Tom is great, he usually walks him in the morning and in the evening. My job is to walk him during the day and if I don’t he is very naughty.
Today is beautiful ~ cold crisp air, sun shining bright and the smell of Fall ~ my favorite time of year.
As I walked I began to see the piles in the street. It’s been this way for about a week, neighbors anticipating the city leaf pick-up program to come and take them away. I just pulled up the flyer ~ their next pick-up day in my neighborhood is November 30.
That’s a long time to see piles of leaves in the street.
We were about 3 blocks from our house and Linus, wanting desperately to visit his friend Briggs, pulled me in the direction of our friends, Kimi and Eric’s house. As I turned the corner tears began to fall down my cheek. They too had raked their leaves recently, but placed around the pile in the street were 4 cones. These cones were in honor of my girls. They were a reminder to those passing to be careful and to not drive through them. They were a symbol of love, heartache and what our dear friends felt they could do to make their friends not hurt so much.
As I continued my walk realized that a lot of people had kept their trash cans out by the street guarding the leaves that were placed and others had raked them into a pile just off the street to be placed the day of pick-up. I also began to notice that some people didn’t have any leaves ~ they weren’t in the street, weren’t waiting to be raked or in a pile on the grass. My thought was they raked, bagged and put them in green waste to avoid the visual all together.