Shut the Leaf Up.

I was happy to groove along to the random tunes that pop up on Spotify while I unpack & organize the new apartment, but my dance & clean party was interrupted by the horrid growling of a leaf blower -- from across the street! The cement & brick apartment complex across the way, the one with no plant-life whatever, is being blown - by the loudest lawn & garden implement I've ever witnessed! Seriously. This is some big-ass noise, my friends. We live next to the freeway entrance, and traffic is heavy this afternoon, but that leaf blower has blocked the cars out, too. The sounds of construction going on three blocks over? Can't hear it anymore.

I hate leaf blowers. Hate them. Can someone explain to me why there is a need for such noisy damn tools? What's wrong with a rake or a broom? Somebody told me once that the folks who do landscaping prefer leaf blowers - something to do with how much time it takes to get things done. Which in a way makes sense, but also, doesn't. Because wouldn't you want to be doing things in the slower way if you're getting paid by the hour? I know I would!