Summanulla Autumn
...or, Why We Don't Rake Leaves, by Spider, age 48 and eleven months:
Summanulla is Latin for "The Highest Point of Nothing",
That is not a tilted photo. Imagine backing down that driveway in February. Yeah.
We do shovel and de-ice the driveway when it snows, and sometimes a neighbor with a snowblower is kind enough to clear it for us. Still, Boy is fearless.
Summmanulla is atop an immense granite outcrop.
That's the view looking to the right from the middle of that driveway. New Hampshire may be the "Granite State", but New England geology knows no borders.
Summanulla's foundation is blasted out of that boulder. We live in a cup of rock, which is why, even though we live all the way up that drive, the basement still sometimes floods in a storm.
This is the view from our front door, looking down and slightly to the left (about 10 o'clock on a clock face):
That's our front yard. You can just imagine the back.
In conclusion, you'd have to be bloody fucking nuts to try to clean up the leaves in our yard. We call it native landscaping. That's our story and we're sticking to it, so there.
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Summanulla is Latin for "The Highest Point of Nothing",
That is not a tilted photo. Imagine backing down that driveway in February. Yeah.
We do shovel and de-ice the driveway when it snows, and sometimes a neighbor with a snowblower is kind enough to clear it for us. Still, Boy is fearless.
Summmanulla is atop an immense granite outcrop.
That's the view looking to the right from the middle of that driveway. New Hampshire may be the "Granite State", but New England geology knows no borders.
Summanulla's foundation is blasted out of that boulder. We live in a cup of rock, which is why, even though we live all the way up that drive, the basement still sometimes floods in a storm.
This is the view from our front door, looking down and slightly to the left (about 10 o'clock on a clock face):
That's our front yard. You can just imagine the back.
In conclusion, you'd have to be bloody fucking nuts to try to clean up the leaves in our yard. We call it native landscaping. That's our story and we're sticking to it, so there.
This entry was originally posted at http://spiderine.dreamwidth.org/548567.html. There are
comments over there. I've disabled LJ's Facebook and Twitter cross-posting idiocy as much as I can, but if you're especially concerned, feel free to comment there.