I DROVE across the street (because it was pouring buckets) today to give our neighbor Dick a birthday card and discovered him happily tromping from the rain into his carport with a big smile on his face and his arms brimming with these magnificent golden maple leaves. He said they had fallen on his truck earlier and he thought they were too pretty to just brush off, so he brought them home like newfound treasure.
He may be 81, but he beams with a child's sense of wonder -- must be what keeps him so young. That and cruising the neighborhood on his John Deere riding mower looking for lawns to cut for fun.
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Love it!
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