Blower (April)

Soft metallic sound of rake across brick terrace! Bamboo fingers mountaining leaves against walls! Sight of multi-coloured pyramids of leaves in garden stillness! Paradise of returning beauty turned to infernal season of misseds and bellowing brutishness by blowers. The Worst Contraptions. Ever. Invented. Anyone who forsakes a rake for a gasoline-powered noise-maker is lazy, lazy and very many times lazy maker of thoughtless, horrendous and unnecessary pollution. Inventors of these autumn-ruinators should be subjected to the unpleasant whine of their rude tubes forever. What were they thinking? Go away! April should bring peace, reflection, expanse. Here endeth the blower rant.