It’s spring. The windows are open. The birds are waking up at 4:30 in the morning. The ducks are quacking outside my front door for their food. Kids are riding bikes, shooting baskets, calling to friends. Sweet sounds.
It’s spring. The neighbor across the street just mowed his lawn. Now he’s blowing every last little shred of mulched grass into the street with his infernally noisy leaf blower. It’s taking him longer to do this than it did to mow the lawn! I can’t hear any more sweet sounds.
Brooms are much quieter and just as effective.