But, as I suspected, late waking and errands prevented me from raking the leaves, and now they spread in a sodden mass that completely hides the lawn. Almost all the leaves have left the oaks and dogwoods, and they lie in brown patches along the streets. A bit of color remains here and there on hardier specimens, but autumn this year has been quick to pass. I can smell its last breath on the cold night air. The mulberry tree, of course, remains as defiant as ever, and still sports many green leaves among the yellow which still cling to its branches. When I see how many already cover the ground, I wonder at the profligacy of a tree that as yet looks almost fully clothed. If mulberry trees grew money, there would be hyper inflation every fall.
There was another paragraph here, but it went off into a stupid rant, so I deleted it. I don't want to come back and read that some day, if I ever come back to read any of this journal. So far, I haven't. Uh... have I missed anything?