And some days, like today for example, the street is positively littered with limbs and twigs and leaves and piles of little tree buds.
This means one of two things:
- There was a mass arboreal suicide.
- A storm's rolled through.
Let's go with #2 for the sake of this post.
The street's a mess. And it'll be a mess for a few days.
But, the mess is made up of the weak limbs, the loose leaves, and the buds that should have sprouted weeks ago.
The storm culled the dead wood and cleared out the crap, making room for new, healthy leaves and limbs.
Kinda like a haircut. Or a good appointment with a shrink.
Do you have overgrowth? What's your dead wood? There's nothing like a good hard run to shake that stuff loose.
I've spent the last few months clearing cutting. And experiencing the resulting growth is invigorating.
Numbers: 3.1 miles on freshly rain-washed streets.