Just came home from a stay at the coast, to find our yard covered in fallen leaves. We spent half the afternoon clearing them away. While we were picking up some, other kept coming down.
This is why I once wrote a short story about falling leaves - in my collection for Halloween: Face in the Mirror and Other Stories. It's not a nice story, but rather malicious.
What vexes me most, is the fact that none of these trees which shed leaves is on our property! They all are trees planted by neighors, but of course the bulk of the leaves comes down in our yard. Get the feeling???