I live in the woods. Despite living only a mile from the downtown core, our yard is very wooded and we are right near one of our city’s largest parks, a natural arboretum. So Sunday, I decided that rather than taking a walk, I would get my daily exercise in the yard. Raking up the gazillions of leaves that have fallen in the last week.
I started with the deck. I swept all of the leaves into a pile, and then pitched the pile over the railing down to the yard below. That was the easy part.
Once I had the deck cleaned off, I went down into the yard to continue. When I began there was barely any green grass (or more accurately, green moss) peeking through.
I started raking the leaves downhill toward the corner of the yard. It didn’t take too long before I was hot. So I took off my fleece. That helped for a little while, but then I needed some iced tea.
It took awhile before I felt like I was making progress, but eventually I could see some bare grass (or moss). By this time my arms were on fire!
Soon the pile of leaves was so big that I was up to my knees in leaves, and sometimes higher! In fact, I discovered that it was often easier to just wade through the leaves and kick them towards their destination. If not for the leaves, I might have been mistaken for one of Hitler’s high stepping soldiers. OK, maybe not…
Finally, exhausted, I finished my work. What a feeling of success!
I went inside to get cleaned up and start dinner. The wind was picking up while I was cooking, so I took a peek outside after dinner. The deck was covered in leaves! I didn’t have the heart to look into the yard… SIGH…