Pitter, patter, thump

The landscapers are on the roof, cutting back the encroaching live oak branches of long standing. Their chainsaws sound, for some reason, like giant buffers. At a distance the sound also reminds me of the wavering theme song of Half Life 2. It must be my head cold. Oh, wait. That’s the blowers pushing the leaves off the shingles. I don’t really want to know how they’ll get the dangling dead wood of the red oak extending out over the pool without falling in themselves.