Talked to my mom last night about how I don’t understand why all my neighbors spent the weekend raking leaves. I mean, one of my neighbors actually came up to my next door neighbor last night and congratulated her on how much better her place looked since she raked. The most pressing leaf issue I know of concerns their clogging of drainage systems and the subsequent flooding of streets. Yet, none of my neighbors bothered to remove the leaves lining the street curbs in front of their houses.
As far as I’m concerned, aesthetically speaking, I enjoy seeing all the fallen leaves blowing about. But, my mother made the only valid point I’ve ever heard on the subject. The leaves will get wet if it rains and then taking care of them will be a pain in the ass.
So, having found some rational basis for the task (not to mention feeling slightly shamed into it by my neighbors) I set to work raking my leaves this morning.
I have to admit, I felt ever so industrious. And amused that anyone could ever stretch such a simple task into even an hour-long activity (anyone with less than half an acre). I started missing simple little things I used to do on the farm or working as a gardener in the cemetery.
I still haven’t a clue what to do about all the persimmons falling about the sidewalk. But, later this week, I think I will take care of the leaves in front of my curb. And perhaps shame my neighbors into doing the same with theirs.
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