I’m taking my last vacation in 2020. Since there’s a pandemic going on, and I live with someone who is in the ‘high-risk’ category for catching COVID, I’m not traveling anywhere. Fortunately, there’s plenty that needs to be done here, seeing as we live in a house that’s 180+ years old. We may live on a little scrap of land, but that land has trees around it. Being fall/autumn, the leaves fall to the ground, need to be gathered up and deposited on the curb for the village to pick up and dispose of at the town compost site. As they do every year.
Of course, my neighbor to the east has large oak trees, and they don’t typically drop their leaves until late in the season, so I have to wait for that to occur before they can be gathered. Typically, property owners gather their own leaves, and ‘do their duty‘ but in their case, they don’t. And since the wind doesn’t discriminate, the leaves inevitably end up in my yard and blown against my house, which is a natural wind-break. Lucky me. (Yes, I’ve tried reasoning with them, but to no avail.)
Consequently, every fall, I’m out there with my small Hitachi leaf blower, my rakes, and my tarp, gathering up the leaves and plopping them on the curb. Now, the village doesn’t always show up johnny on the spot to collect, they have a large area with many streets to cover, so it may very well be a week or more before they get to, (or get back to) mine. And just coincidentally, they collected on Friday here, while I was at work. Yes, to add insult to injury. Thank you fate. Fortunately, while I was out running errands, I noticed that several houses up the street have put their leaves out again for collection, so in theory, I still have time to do mine.
As long as the wind and weather cooperate.