Friday, April 11, 2014

a year of silence


  The clamor of leaf blowers provides the horn section in a noisy fanfare to the arrival of spring.
  The use of these excruciating devices is a prime example in the art of intentional suburban futility. More than once, i have observed someone diligently blasting leaves and grass clippings from a well tended lawn onto an adjacent street. Within days (sometimes hours) the offending compost has blown back onto the grass of its original home or that of a neighboring house, where it is eventually loudly expelled back into the street yet again.
  This ritual will be repeated ad nauseam until the first snow momentarily quells the absurd cycle.

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