“You spend an awful lot of time agonizing over leaves,” Joe, my partner, said to me the other day as we drove around the neighborhood. His statement was in response to my noticing that some homeowners had bagged their leaves in plastic bags while others had bagged them in recyclable brown paper bags, which the township now requires.
No matter the reason for his comment, his observation was correct. Very correct.
I do spend an awful lot of time thinking of leaves — or, more specifically, the raking of leaves. This year, rather than raking a little bit each weekend, I decided to table my anxiety, to relish the display of nature’s stained glass, and to wait for the trees to drop most of their leaves so I could spend one marathon day cleaning up.
But a few brushes with freezing temperatures and a 10” rain deficit worked together to bring on leaf browning and one massive leaf fall. Now, the yard is buried in brown — and don’t it make my brown eyes, well, brown? Even a feral cat that has taken up residence in my garden seems as one with the landscape.
Today, then, was to be my marathon raking day.
Mother Nature, though, made different plans, one that included wind (which helped bring down the remaining oak leaves) and showers (which, although needed, dampened the fallen leaves as well as my energy).
So my leaf raking will have to wait for another day, while my leaf talking goes on.