Photo Credit — Remington Write / What remains of this year’s leaves after a recent thunderstorm

Yeah, Thanks But Go Die Now

The ingratitude of trees — and us — for leaves every autumn

There they are each spring without fail. On every twig on every branch in every place where deciduous trees grow. Buds that will unfurl into leaves. We take their shade for granted all summer and then grumble about having to rake them up each autumn.