So it begins.  Thanks for the photo, Betty Lou. An obvious homage to Ellen Raskin’s Nothing Ever Happens on My Block, one of my all-time favorite picture books. I have more than a little bit of Chester Filbert in me, but I pay a bit more attention to what is going on around me.

Yesterday was a big day as I scored 12 bags of pine straw in my neighborhood. Yes, I had to rake it  up off the streets, but it’s more exhilarating than you might think. Now, thanks to my brother-in-law, I have a grand total of 14 bags for the paths in my backyard. I don’t spread the stuff until March, but now’s the time to collect it–before too many leaves fall and ruin the good stuff.