A Lick and a Promise

 I always panic when the weatherman says a rain/snow storm is coming and the leaves are still on the lawn. One year, 8 inches of snow fell, and getting the yard cleaned for the winter was a long and messy process. I did not want to relive that experience.

The yard guy came by a week ago to pick up the leaves, but the trees had not dropped their leaves completely, which is out of the ordinary. Normally, they are some of the first ones in town to change and drop. Normally, all the leaves come down within one or two days, but not this year.

Yard Guy said he would be back when the leaves are all down, which would usually be fine, but a storm is coming. So, I spent some time on Saturday, raking and bagging leaves.

The leaves in these twelve bags are from one tree, and it still has a ton yet to drop, which is why I wasn't too concerned about picking up every errant leaf. I did a "lick and a promise" pick-up, not a "clean sweep." I picked up another twelve bags of leaves in the front yard. One tree in the front is void of leaves; however, the other one has quite a few hanging on to summer for dear life.

Twenty-four bags stuffed with leaves line the driveway, and the yard waste dumpster is also full. Note my neighbor's yard with nary a stray leaf. I wonder how long it will be so neat once her tree starts shedding.