Leaf Me Alone

My induction into suburban living

There’s a funny thing that happens when you buy a house, but don’t have acres of land. You have to rake and bag up the leaves.

I grew up in what I thought was the suburbs—and it basically is—but we had large-lot zoning mixed in with a lot of preserved farmland, so the lot my parents owned, and which most of friends’ parents owned, was several acres, with…