I could see a dark mass huddled against the register of the vent, and once I freed the metal register from its tight hold on my ceiling, my friend and I met eye to eye. “Well hello there.”
Leaf litter is natural. Yet somehow, we’ve come to understand leaves as the enemy of fall, litter to our parks, campuses and home yards. We seem to tolerate leaf litter on our lawns less than plastic litter in our waterways. We certainly expend more energy picking up the former than the latter.
