The wind blew and my husband's beautiful green lawn was a sea of pine needles. Leaves would have been more romantic. I tried to have coffee this morning, but that brown carpet was driving me nuts. Soon I was out in my raking in my robe. Glad nobody drove by.
You can't get the farm girl out of me. Everybody else does piles, I do windrows. Too bad I couldn't dad up here with his baler. Would have made things faster for me. This was a stellar fall for pine needles in case that wasn't obvious from the two foot windrow.
I put the little red wheelbarrow to work. Please notice how nice and green it was underneath. I tried to go fast, but my coffee was cold by the time I had finished the chore. Darn. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to relax and enjoy.