>> Monday, November 9, 2009
We woke up early on Sunday to the most glorious November day imaginable. It was in the 60s, with brilliant sun. We were heartbroken that we weren't in the Adirondacks, but I guess there's no denying that we desperately needed a yard work day.
Here's the morning moon, overseeing our outdoor breakfast. Too nice to be inside for a minute:
I swear there was some kind of conspiracy this year around the neighborhood. I think everyone secretly bagged up their leaves and transported them to our yard, scattering them to make it look like they just fell there. We have a few maple trees, but this was ridiculous. Seriously, we had at least twice the number of leaves that we had last fall. We also had lots of corn husks in our yard. We did not, however, grow corn or decorate with corn husks. See what I mean about conspiracy? The wind was clearly in on it, too. I hate that crotchety old wind.
And I hate raking. It's a good workout, there's no denying that. It's also outside, which makes it vastly superior to cleaning the house. But it's exhausting and slow going. If I had to break down raking into its component parts and identify the single most irritating bit, this is the thing that annoys me the most:
Here's the front yard leaf pile (a portion of it) threatening to consume me as a snack:
At least we had some good company. Tucker was in his glory. He was outside on a sunny warm day, with his humans for company. Here he is, apparently looking at the leaf pile from a different perspective while rotating to get sun on his underside:
Anyway, by the time we finished for the evening it was dark, and we were raking with headlamps. 35 well-packed leaf bags, and a pile of thorny brush later: