Raking the leaves. Trying to wrap up the backyard since most of the stuff has turned dry, brown, crinkly and become a victim of gravity. There was just a cardinal nibbling on the last of the bird feeder goodies and the neighbor’s dog barking whenever I opened a new lawn bag.
We are experimenting with a new leaf disposal system this year. Take a garbage can, remove the bottom, line it with a bag and shovel those offending former instruments of photosynthesis.
Works pretty well. It is my favorite system yet, perhaps. You just have to keep the bag from collapsing. And you’re constantly smashing the leaves down to push out the air to make more room. When you’re done you just pull the garbage can up over the bag.
I had three piles to move and three bags to fill. And I was racing this:
So I filled the three bags, getting two of the piles of leaves out of the yard. The bags were so heavy it was a struggle to get them to the curb. Got in just in time. We had almost an inch of rain in just over an hour. Thick, dense, can’t see the back of the property kind of rain.
And then the cold front moved in.
