"This is a nice house. Too bad there aren't any trees."
"Don't worry. We'll get some."
"Those sticks are pretty pathetic. We should have started sooner. And with a lot more."
"At least there are a few pine trees to provide a little green."
"The Stewarts sold their house in one day! And for their asking price! I think we should do the same and go find a house on a wooded lot!"
Seventeen houses later...
"How anyone could ask that kind of money for a house the color of baby poo (or puce or magenta stripes or pock-marked brick) in need of thousands (or tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands) of renovation is beyond me. All that money, and no trees."
"Naperville's housing market is depressing."
"How many have you checked out?"
"I've lost count. I guess it's not meant to be."
"Such a great house! We're going to love living here. All these trees!"
"Whose idea was it to move to a lot with trees anyway?"
(Since you are dying to know, the technique to get them to the street is via sheet travois.)
The leaves love us so much around here that they have made themselves indelible on the driveway and sidewalk.
I'm contemplating a third story condo in retirement.
Naperville Now participates each week at Mrs. Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. You can read what other Alphabetarians are writing here.