and it begins…the tumbling, twirling, spinning, floating free fall of the leaves. No big winds yet, no heavy rains yet, but already the leaves separate from their branch and land in Autumn’s colors. Thank goodness I don’t have a lot to clean up, so I can wax ‘poetically’.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”