Did that tree just make a statement about Horace’s breath?
Where there is a will, there is a wake.
Tree to Horace: Leaf me alone.
A long walk that gets you nowhere.
“Gone with the wind”, huh? And I told you before
Not to eat that beans galore
Does your…“will” should it be the last
Leave something for your “relatives” never seen in past?
Doth the leaves defiant to the storm and rain
Cometh down in one big pile
Just to make you – and only you! – insane
At least for a tiny, itsy, little while
Poor Horace. Autumn is such a tease.
♫ “… and where there’s a will — someone’s died!”
Every Silver Lining Has A Cloud — Spitting Image
Neither rain nor wind (nor dark of night), shall keep these leaves from their appointed target.
Triple laughs today :D :D :D
Frankly Horace, I don’t give a dam!
the tree said leaf me alone, I’m sleeping.
If there was a young horse with him, he could have enjoyed the "foal"iage
It was just waiting for you, Horace.
Horace will walk until the horse flies attack… Then he will run…!
worst yet, where there is a will their is an attorney…!
looks like that cloud bumped into that tree… if it wasn’t for Horace’s bad luck, he would have no luck at all… poor Horace…!
Isn’t it always the way?
I’m not WILL- ing anything to anyone but my kids!
“They say the meek shall inheritBecause they stay up late and change the will” — Heywood Banks
I saw recent news reports that Hurricane Fiona “blew avocados off the trees”. Not sure when removable fruit started being used as a measure of wind force. Possible the addition of the word “unripe” would have been a step in the right direction. :)
I wish my trees (and the other ones in the cul-de-sac) dropped leaves like that after their color peaked. Whoomf! Rake ‘em to the curb in one fell swoop and that’s that.
Orange leaves will be back on tomorrow.
July 31, 2015