Flurrant (fluhr’ uhnt) – n. The one leaf that always clings to the end of the rake.
For our northern residents, this is that time of you when you get to see your yard comes to life with vibrant oranges, reds, purples, and browns as the leaves lose their summer chlorophyll. Even though the scenery is very picturesque, you know those leaves will all soon turn brown, and it is up to you to get them all discarded before Thanksgiving, or when the first snow hits. This will most likely happen in mid-November, unless you happen to live in places like the Dakotas or Minnesota where the first snowfall happens in September, or as soon as football season starts. So get ready to put your lawnmowers away, because everything will brown or white for the next few months. Gas up those leaf blowers, or go the old-fashioned route and get a rake. The thing is, with rakes, especially the metal ones, you are going to encounter a flurrant. You could rake up thousands of leaves, depending on how big your yard is, or how many trees are on it, or how many times the neighborhood kids, including your own, give into the fall ritual of jumping into a leaf pile. The flurrant is that last little leaf wanting desperately to cling to summer, but cannot, so it will cling to your rake instead, with the hopes that it can live out the wintry season in the dry climate of you garage or woodshed. Well, don’t try to tell the thing it’s already dead. You might just look pretty stupid talking to a flurrant, let alone the end of your rake.
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