I was thinking the same thing. The leaf is deceased.
I raked a gazillion Elm tree leaves when I was a kid. Until all the Elms died. I do miss the lovely shape of the Elm. There are a few mature trees here and there, but their days are numbered. They always succumb sooner or later.
Trump is drawn so young looking here. You forget he didn’t always wear his hair as it is now.
Four different kinds of bird seed in four little tin foil compartments. Yum!
Funny, but it hurts just the same.
There are many strips showing John and Elly penny pinching.
He won’t touch my washer. I showed him how to use my last one, and he ruined it. I like laundry. Now doing dishes by hand is another thing. I hate it. He does them. Things tend to even out.
The older lady teacher the students all loved, wanted to be principal, and was passed over.
He’ll say they don’t have the money for takeout.