My beautiful carpet of leaves in the front yard? Seems there is a small problem with that.
It's been very windy lately.
We have a front fence but it's lattice and there's a 15cm odd gap under the fence.
The leaves don't recognise the fence as a boundary.
There's a stormwater drain running down the side of the road.
At each driveway it is covered by concrete tiles. This allows cars to drive over it easily but limits visibility so it's not really that difficult to not notice leaves accumulating under there.
That is until someone further up the hill turns on one of the big irrigation hoses to wash down his apple spraying machine and the runoff comes flowing down the stormwater drain (yes, we're very environmentally aware around here) and hits the buildup of leaves. And then the water backs up and floods the road and the kids go wild and splash in the ensuing diluted chemical pool but the less playful neighbours- those over the age of eight for example- are not so thrilled.
And so you end up with your long boots on and a bamboo tomato stake in your hand trying to dislodge the leaves while the neighbours cast a disapproving eye at the beautiful yellow and red carpetted yard and you find yourself loudly promising all and sundry that you will immediately rake the rest of the leaves up. Immediately.
And so that's what we did for the rest of the morning. Quite a job, really. And then I got the heavy duty rake out (not the flimsy leaf rake) and cleared up all the icky post-frost yellowed and slimy myoga plants and then while I was at it I pulled all the dead vines out of the trees and even cleaned up all the tomato vines, the sweet potato runners, the marigolds, the okra and pretty much anything that wasn't green and fecund from the front yard, the back yard and the veggie garden.
Then we gathered it all up and had a great big bonfire (lucky we're not very environmentally aware, huh?) and the girls had a fabulous time running around collecting leaves and wrapping up sweet potatoes to bake and jumping from log to log as K split more firewood, and then we were invited to go and pick persimmon and on the way back from there we picked some apples and came home to eat the baked sweet potatoes.
I finally shooed the girls into the house at 6:30 when it was pitch black and K had been at the neighbourhood committee meeting/ wild mushroom soup-and-copious-amounts-of-alcohol do and we had pumpkin soup and fresh bread for tea.
A truly Autumnal day.