Raking Off Thanksgiving Fat

Leaves have fallen late in the season from our hardwoods here in upstate South Carolina. The problem with that is that we're now into late, blustery November with brisk winds every day. Raking leaves and attempting to pile them in a neat row stack along the street for disposal is a maddening endeavor. "An exercise in futility," I remarked to a couple of neighbors walking by.

But it's good exercise, if futile—especially after a Thanksgiving feast.