The leaves are flying off the tree in my front yard like a storm of yellow confetti. It reminds me of being in Japan when the cherry blossoms are dropping, and every time the wind gusts the world is enveloped in a whirlwind of pink.
The wind is blowing them up the street. Yesterday this made me happy, since it means the leaves from my tree aren't landing in my yard, they're infesting my neighbor's.
Today, I remember that my next door neighbor on the other side has a tree of his own. >.
