We have a huge oak tree in front of our house. Now that November is here the amount of leaves falling off that thing everyday is seriously insane. By the time I moved in last year in December, after neglecting the area in and around our yard the entire fall, the drifts of leaves were pretty epic. I am determined not to let that happen this year, for my own sanity and for our neighbors who I have learned take this stuff very seriously. Every time I leave to go somewhere while Mr. Sweeper Man is out sweeping/raking (which is frequently, to say the least) I feel a bit guilty. He waves, but in his eyes I can see he's thinking "Where's she going now?? She should be sweeping. Hmph." That, I'm sure, is followed by a few choice racist remarks on the decline of the neighborhood and how he has heard some black people have bought a house within a 5 mile radius. Actually, I'm sure what he's thinking is really a lot worse than that because that sounds more like things he says. Says out loud. In public. To me. The worst part is how he assumes I agree with him. I wish he would just stick to sweeping. I would even prefer him talking to me at length of his prostate troubles.
Anyway, there's no way I could fit all the fallen leaves in our yard debris bin, so I just rake them all into a nice long pile along the trees across the lane. Because I'm not worried about space, I can really concentrate on getting every last leaf. Very satisfying.
I let the dogs hang out in the yard, hoping they'll have some fun but NO they very carefully monitor my every move, as usual. One of the reasons I never leave them outside alone - they don't know what to do with themselves!
I tried to get a pic of them sitting together but it was Not Happening. I love these two (taken about half a second apart). Sascha is totally trying to sabotage Plato's attempt to be a good boy.
