Leaves are falling all over Boise. People's lawns have disappeared under blankets of fallen leaves, except for those yards who have perfectionists tending to them 24 hours a day. They so much as hear a leaf scream as it lets go of the tree and they're out there with a rake a leaf sack to capture the intruder.
The streets sometimes disappear as well, when all the leaves seem to let go in unison. And they always manage to get in the storm drains and clog up the works. The city has regular crews that have to go around in a truck that has a high pressure hose that they run down the drains to clear out the blockages.
Soon the leaves will be gone, and winter will set in. Instead of the colors that were so predominant just a couple of weeks ago, we'll have skeleton-like branches clawing toward the sky in hopes of finding the sun, which is often hidden under a flat blanket of clouds. The greyness gets a little old sometimes, but when springtime finally gets here and the flowering trees and bushes come rushing back to life with a palette of springtime hues, it always makes the wait through the cold months seem more worthwhile.
Sometimes living with four seasons can be inconvenient, but the true beauty of life's cycles just can't be matched living closer to the tropic zones. I guess I'll just have to mumble through the cold days when the snow flies, because with the snow-pack comes the water needed for the other three seasons and the beauty that makes each one distinct and vibrant.
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