An hour's work
It is that time of year when we must remind ourselves why we love deciduous trees. And we do love them, for their bright hope in spring, leafy shade in summer, brilliant colors in early fall, and bare branches in winter. But maybe we wish they could be on a schedule for the release of their leaves in the fall. The maple in the front yard could let loose the week of Oct 7th, then the red maple in the back the week of Oct 14th, and so on. Alas, they do not.
It is also the season when we need to remind ourselves why we have teenagers. Because the teenagers could be useful when it comes to raking leaves. Alas, they are not.
I spent one hour today raking leaves. It was a gorgeous day, the neighborhood was quiet, and the work was aerobic. I had a good time, working hard by myself. I was rejoicing because my Dad is doing better, with a change in his Parkinson’s meds. I am expecting he will have another one of these episodes sometime soon, but for now he is stable and might even get out of the hospital tomorrow.
Working in the yard today gave me a rare sense of accomplishment. Raking leaves is hard on perfectionists because it is impossible to do a perfect job and get every leaf. But still, I much prefer raking to using one of those obnoxiously loud blowers, or the lawn mower, to move the leaves around. By late afternoon, the men of the neighborhood were home, and doing their version of raking leaves with their noisy, manly machines.
The township comes by every week or so and sucks the leaf piles into a giant truck that looks like an elephant, and takes them away to make mulch. Then in the spring, everyone in the township can go get free leaf mulch. A great system! Except for that part where we have to get them to the top of the hill.
It took me a long time to figure out how to write that degree symbol.
This evening at dinner, my husband said with admiration, “HOW did you get all those leaves to the top of the hill?!”
Wanting to impress further, I said mysteriously, “With my mind.”
He replied, “Good. I would have thought you had to use your arms to do that.”
Before next week, more leaves will fall. Maybe it will be the teenager’s turn then.
Thanks be to God for doctors who know what they are doing, for sunny autumn days, for arms and legs that work, and for teenagers. And for deciduous trees.