I love my trees. We have about 7 or 8 massively huge old trees in our backyard. In the spring and summer they are bitchin'. I love sitting back on my deck. It feels like you are up in in the trees.
I also love Fall. It's my favorite season. Just nippy enough to not break a sweat outside (and to cool down easily when you do) and not too cold that your snot freezes on your upper lip (dude, I HATE that).
The problem comes when these two things that I really dig come together. It's not a 'you got your chocolate in my peanut butter' kind of moment. Nope. It's more of a 'you like it? Well here's the price you've got to pay.'
Here's kind of what the trees look like in the fall (note the absence of leaves).
Glancing out across the yard from atop the deck, most of the leaves have been wrangled (after about 3 hours of blowing). The little pile in the middle is made up of the unfortunate refugees that got stuck in the pile of twigs.
Ahhh. A virtually leaf free yard. I'm sorry that I don't have a 'before' picture to show you.
9 bags (30Gallon bags, that is) of leaves that had been mulched.
But no. The 9 bags were not enough to contain all of the leaves in my yard. After the bags were full, I did a double take at the amount left and said (well, I'd rather not type what I said), but suffice to say, it wasn't kind.
So I decided to continue my (somewhat lazy) trend from last year of making the far back corner of the yard my impromptu compost pile. To put it in perspective, the area you are looking at is about 8ft. deep, 8 ft. across and that pile comes up about 2 feet. You do the math. All I know is that it's a @#$*load of leaves.
And I would like nothing more than to pile them high in the middle of the yard and let the neighbor kids jump and run and frolic (as I know they wanted to do each time they looked over my fence and said 'Wow. That's a big pile of leaves'). But there's a reason I didn't.
Here are some of the trees, mostly bare.
And here's the reason I didn't let the neighbor kids jump in the pile of leaves. No...not because he's a mean dog (Sammy's a sweetie)....but because of the piles that he's made in the yard already.
Let's see....where did I put that rawhide??
Hello you handsome devil!
And that's about all I got. Hey...I just looked out back. And Mother Nature, in her infinite sense of fair play has given me an opportunity to get a 'before' picture for you afterall.
Looks like I'll be busy blowing again next Saturday. Have a great week!
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