The magic of autumn

You could do better than mention the magic of autumn to Eugene.
You'd be getting an earful, I can tell you. 
Fuming he is. Going bananas with all them leaves. 
You see, he lives in the bottom corner of the estate, and all the leaves, from all the trees, in the whole shaggin estate, land squarely in front of his door. 
He is absolutely livid. 
Each and every year. From mid October to the end of November.
For the greatest delight of all the neighbours.