I wish I could say that I staged an elaborate, photographic hoax for April Fool’s Day. But I’m all out of pranks — most of my pranks during previous years involved false pregnancy announcements. I decided it was time to retire that particular chestnut, as it was getting to be rather predictable.
Instead, I would like to introduce you to the Bane of our Springtime Existence: maple keys. AKA “helicopters.”
Look at them. Just lying in wait, plotting to fill up our gutters and cover our deck.
I’d like to meet the person who decided it was a good idea to plant four maple trees in our yard 30 years ago. Meet them, and hand them a broom.