Allow me to introduce myself. My name is William Swilliams Williams, and I fill the position of family butler for the Williams'. I haven't much to dae because the Williams are bleedin' tidy and ordered people whose three children are bleedin' well behaved and quiet almost all the time. I have therefore resorted to blogging to fill some of my spare time, and in the hopes that yeh, the reader, may glean wisdom from the Williams' example.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Leaving Leaves

Each year in October, the Williams clan takes a family photograph in a large pile of leaves out on the front lawn.  Last year, the event started orf nicely with a big breakfast party in which all of the Williams family mates came to the house to eat bagels and play in the leaves.  As a side note, I must give credit where credit is due.  It did not escape my attention that Mr. Williams (clever weasel that he is) had all of the men help him rake up the leaves into a big pile before the leaf jumping could begin. Not a bad return for a bag of bagels and bucket of cream cheese.  But I digress.  Back on the main stage, everyone had a mint time jumping in the leaves. And then they went gaffe and the Williams came back indoors.  And the leaves – all the tens of thousands of em - sat out on the lawn as a beautiful, decaying reminder of the smashing time that was had by all – until April.  Yes, from October until April did those leaves sit undisturbed, rustling and whispering taunts of neglect in the wind whilst the neighbors sat shaking their heads and clucking their tongues. And even now, there remains what reminds me of an alien crop circle in the shape of a pile of brown bread leaves right in middle of the front lawn. Chivvy back October. The neighbors and I anxiously await yer return.

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