Our neighbors plead that we ask our landlord to come and cut down all the branches of our two beautiful trees that sit in front of our house. Why? So they stop losing their leaves and making things look so, so messy and ugly.
I nod and say things like, “E’a, que mucho trabajo, verdad?” (Oh my, so much work, right?!”) while secretly smiling and happily raking up the beautiful, huge, colorful, crispy leaves that remind me of my favorite season, fall, and just try to hold myself back from running and squealing with delight before jumping into the pile of leaves I’ve formed. You know, for fear that one of those friendly cows left a hot pie on our doorstep yet again.