I Don't Miss This....

Raking and burning leaves! It was such an annual chore, taking up much of October and November. And hoping that, as they burned, only the leaves would vanish and not the woods adjacent, nor the house.

We have woods on one side of us here, and two trees in the front and two trees in the back. But somehow they don't make a problem for us. This is our Camelot!

Arthur:

It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.

The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here:

July and August cannot be too hot.

And there's a legal limit to the snow here

In Camelot.

The winter is forbidden till December

And exits March the second on the dot.

By order, summer lingers through September

In Camelot.

Guinevere:
And I suppose the leaves fall into neat little piles?

Arthur:
The wind whisks them away all together!

Camelot! Camelot!

I know it sounds a bit bizarre,

But in Camelot, Camelot

That's how conditions are.

The rain may never fall till after sundown.

By eight, the morning fog must disappear.

In short, there's simply not

A more congenial spot

For happily-ever-aftering than here

In Camelot!