More than eight years.
That is how long he has bitched and kvetched and moaned and bellowed and complained about two scrub oak trees which constantly drop leaves onto our back deck. And we're not talking just in the fall. All year long, leaves descend onto the deck, making a mess and prompting much bitching and kvetching and moaning and bellowing and complaining from Pete.
Looking up at the sky today from the back deck?