Ah yes. The errand of raking leaves and putting them to rest in the woods. Or, if you live in the city, out on the street curb.
This morning, my errand was to eradicate the fall foliage that rested in the backyard of my grandparent’s house. It was a sea of brown and gray. All the colors were drained out and no grass was visible, except for the areas on the far end of the lawn where the trees were more sparse.
My plan was simple. rake all the leaves into groups. Each group was like its own internment camp. All the fallen leaves were destined for their final resting place: the road, where the city truck would gather the swarms of leaves for the entire street.
After raking the leaves into groups, I gather the groups into a tarp and drag them to the road. I then rake them off into the road. Wash rinse repeat.
Three-and-a-half hours later, I finally got all of the leaves done. Mix that with three hours of Little Caesars and you have an exhausting day.
Muse: Leaf Corpses? That term’s interesting.
Well, that’s what they are. They are no longer attached to the tree. They are colorless and destined to rot in the ground. They rest in yards all over the place and it’s our job to get rid of them.
Muse: For a kid, the other option is to play in them.
Yeah. That was a long time ago. Kids don’t see leaves as work like adults do.
Muse: They are work, but my other form would argue otherwise. Oh, I’m so glad that I don’t have that stupid idea in me anymore!
If you did, she would want to jump and frolic in the leaves all day.
Muse: Just don’t find the golden leaf. You will totally regret it.
That leaf is dangerous. But I don’t think anyone knows what we’re talking about. If you haven’t read the Golden Leaf yet, it can be found here. Be sure to go to the bottom, as the fifth part is at the top.
But let me advise you that they’re not for the faint of heart. The stories can be pretty creepy. Especially the things that Autumn does.
Muse: I think I’ll reread those stories, since I haven’t in a while. Good night!
I think I will too, but not tonight.
Well the yard is done over there, but my muscles will be hurting tomorrow.
Today’s high was 49 degrees and the silver lining was getting grandma and grandpa’s yard raked.
To all of you who love dispatching leaf corpses, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: No Jill! Don’t grab the leaf! You will never be the same again….