Your trees have roots, just like mine. Your branch leaves fall, just like mine. You just have a gardener with a rake. And I have to pick each leaf up by hand.
I have to touch each leaf to put it away.
That’s the difference between you and I. I know how many leaves I have, how they fall, when they fall, and why.
You, you know nothing about your tree, you roots, your soil.
And somehow you think your garden is cleaner than mine. And you also think you’re a better gardener.
All trees, fall, seasons change.
Seed to soil.