The neighborhood's lawns reflect the great divide between the Dead Leaf Browns and the Dichondra Greens. It's time for our annual Leaf Blowing Festival. We live at the edge of a forest of Tulip Poplar trees and each fall they dump millions of leaves on our neighborhood. Coming from Southern California raking and blowing leaves has never been my forte. In fact when we first moved here I deemed this event a "festival" hoping to coax my friends into coming over to help me. But to no avail. There was no fooling them. The leaves didn't start to fall this year until...