At our old house we had three giant, mature sugar maples in our yard. They dropped approximately one billion leaves on our grass each autumn. Pretty though they were, I was happy to leave them behind.
Then we bought a house with a giant, mature sugar maple in the backyard.
We play, eat peanut butter sandwiches, and knit in its shade on 88 degree days.
We sometimes rip the bark off of it. (Hey, Daughter, cut it out!)
And pretty soon it will drop one billion of these all over the grass.
So it goes.