As I write this, the husband/lover/handler of manly large tools and I are waging a difficult skirmish with the falling leaves of all the trees and bushes in our yard, and with a majority of the neighbors' leaves too.
Mostly, they fall.
Mostly, I watch.
Mostly, he manhandles his manly leaf-blowing apparatus, corralling our leaves into piles prior to street cleaning day, which happens at 8:00 AM every Monday morning.
|Starting the piles|
|These leaves fell over the fence into our yard from the neighbor's tree.|
I find it interesting how each tree has its own time table. Notice in the next photo how the neighbor's tree has completely dropped its leaves, yet our tree is still mostly full.
|One tree full, another tree bare.|
However, a closer view shows the netting and the catching of leaves. Frankly, it would be a mess to try to keep those waterfalls cleaned out without the net covering.
Right now, it just seems as if there are leaves EVERYWHERE, and so the battle wages.
I've got a pretty good feeling, based on past history, that we're gonna win this one.