Dear Humans,

It used to be that I could just mow up the leaves in my yard. There weren’t that many of them. But this year, I couldn’t go more than a few passes before my mower was all clogged up. So I had to grab the rake and deal with aching shoulders and blistered hands.

We live our lives among growing things. Trees get taller and have more leaves each season. Children mature. Parents age. We ourselves change. And what used to work doesn’t always work anymore.

It’s nice to have traditions and standards and “non-negotiables.” But if we get too stuck in our ways of doing things, we miss the world in all its changing glory.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt