I looked out my window this afternoon to see a surprising display of synchronised leaf blowing. It was quite beautiful. Two overalled, heavily mustachioed men dipping and swaying together to roll up carpets of red and gold.

Lovely. I wish they'd wear their protective earmuffs, though. They must have to practically shout endearments at each

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Spring fever.

I do believe I have spring fever.

At least that's what I hope it is.

I'm too much the modern, independent female for it to be anything else.

Steady. Steady. Keep cataloging and keep your eyes down.