Leaves are flutt'ring down ...

Leaves are flutt'ring down, Leaves are flutt'ring down. Gently, gently, Daily, daily. Leaves keep flutt'ring down!

Funnily enough, it happened this time last year, too. And continued for three L-O-N-G months. I am not quite as agile this year, not by much, but I am aware of it. So I shall endeavour to rake more often, and avoid the massive build-ups (builds-up, anyone?) that occurred all too frequently last year.

The thing is: I don't mind raking leaves. It is a solitary, and pointless pursuit, yet excellent for cogitating. For example, during my session this arvo, I was able to sort out in my own head that I did not want to replace an under-performing cleaner with myself. I would much prefer to continue with my gardening, and my family history. These are the two activities that would be curtailed. NOT the time with my girls!!

Raking season

The raking season went for about 10 weeks: April, May, and half of June. I think the two large, deciduous trees in the back garden are an oak, and a liquidamber, with the latter being by far the most prolific shedder of leaves.

During that period, I would rake the entire yard thrice weekly. I had two wheelie bins, three large, black, council provided recycling bins, and 7 very large, thick black plastic bags. Of course, I could not put them all out for collection each week, so it was a case of juggling. Now that is behind me, I am working my way around the garden beds, replacing the dried leaves with lucerne mulch. Should finish that just in time for Spring!