I, Me, Melamine

As summer slips slow motion into fall and all the leaves start to change color and litter the ground, I’ve come to realize that I wait WAY too long to put away all the yard stuff. The toys, the furniture, the ceramic planters. The hose. By the time I accept reality and responsibility, there’s frost and mud and rotting leaves. It’s a mess. Not sure why I do that. Procrastination? Denial? Global warming?