Autumn is a wonderful time of year. All the beautiful flowers and leaves, which he hoped and prayed we one day would see again during the long, bitter winter, are going to die and clog your gutters. You’ll develop severe back trouble from removing the remnants of the “foliage” (or, more accurately, “crumbly brown death”). And of course, autumn means the leaf blower is in full effect, creating one of the least pleasant sounds in the known universe (though, admittedly, I’ve listened to very little Kreayshawn)…
“And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
‘Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away. ”
Also, pumpkins are delicious.
Anyway, DBI is celebrating autumn with improv, in our regular show at the Main Street Theater at Garden Friends in Parlin. Tickets are 5.00, as usual, and we promise The Reaper (probably) won’t be there.