On Veteran's Day the keeper tried to do the first round of leaf raking in the back yard. She raked through the sun, then through the gentle rain, then refused to stop when the rain became like machine gun fire. She came inside drenched from head to toe and proudly showed us her bin and bags of leaves. Then the winds came. Now, the yard is pleading for the second round. Without opposable thumbs, Cecil and I are at a loss to help her. We could call the yard service though. She might beat us to it, though.
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