Not all the leaves got raked up and tossed on the compost pile. The ones that got left behind were pummeled by winter rains, until their guts blew out as fertilizer for the soil. Their beautiful skeletons are all that remains. Planting begins soon.
I live a couple of miles from the Marin County Civic Center Farmers' Market, which feeds my little blogging hobby. Hell, it feeds me, too.
Formerly employed, I'm now a bum. Happy bum. Tomato ranchin' bum.
But I'm still mad.