There was once an old man that lived down the street. Along with other home owners in the neighborhood, he had a magnolia tree growing in the middle of his front lawn. Every day I would see him wandering all over the lawn picking up magnolia leaves with a grabber. I assumed he probably was too stiff to bend over, or perhaps was fearful of doing a face plant on display for the entire neighborhood. He eventually had the tree cut down so the only time I would see him is when he would drive by. Dr. Chambers died probably 30 years ago.
I recently spruced up my front landscape with a yard and a half of mini bark from Hasties. I appreciate the improvement so much that I constantly am out there with a grabber picking up the magnolia leaves that my nextdoor neighbor’s tree provides. I wonder what the neighbors think of me?
Stan, The Old Man