Utah is a beautiful state. The people are terminally nice, the mountains are majestic (and full of mountain lions), and there are four distinct seasons. I have always loved Fall in Utah. As a student at BYU, every sidewalk greeted me with a concession of blood reds, bright yellows, and rustic oranges covering every tree and bush as I walked to class. Being enamored with the colors, I never really pondered where all those leaves went when they browned and fell. Heaven? The Celestial Kingdom? It was my luxury just to enjoy the view. However, now I am a property manager of a duplex that has 11 trees. That is a lot of freaking leaves! And I have discovered something my Californian self never knew--the miracle of the rake. And I have the blisters to prove it.
Here are Dan, Coda, and our amazing neighbors (Trent, Nicole, and Brenden Sorensen) helping me tidy up the yard, bathing in leaves, and playing football.
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