It was grocery shopping day, and before I hit the stores, I stopped at Wilcox Park in the center of Westerly to take advantage of a beautiful walking trail that's a little more interesting... and a bit longer... than my quarter-mile oval at the local high school. With most of the magnificently cultivated flower gardens now finished for the year, there's little incentive to stop and photograph blooms and bugs, so it's actually a heart-team-approved walk. Still, the trek left me a wee-bit heartsick. The grounds-crew has been busy attending to the vast output of leaves dropped by the arboretum trees, and the guys have done a great job assembling them into impressive piles. I'm jealous. The leaves remain untouched on my lawn, and until my cardiac handlers give me permission to start raking again—this won't happen until mid-December—I'm just going to have to put up with unkemptness. I guess there are worse things.