Bird catchers.
Joyce Kilmer wrote a beautiful poem about trees. It is obvious that she did not own a store in a downtown area where the city council decided to plant a tree in front of every store. In the spring I get blossoms falling all over the place. As soon as the blossom debris starts to clear up the trees become bird catchers. The birds that have happily stayed in warmer climates all winter return to drop the souvenirs of their trip on my sidewalk. At about the time the birds choose to leave so do the leaves. And they all fall on the sidewalk in front of my store.