Murph, my good buddy, has wasted no time.
I set out to get rid of all the leaves in the (big) yard. It seemed as if they were never raked all Fall. There were huge patches of wet cakey leaves that had smothered the grass in patches. I bust out my leave blower, rake and Home Depot yard waste bags. (Since the flyers the Township gave me had all the curbside leave collection days in the weeks before I owned the house and I have not been able to find that darn Flux Capacitor to transport the leaves back in time, so I thought I would just bag them.)
I end up with 10 or so giant piles of leaves. This is generally an uneventful task, the bagging of the leaves is. My blower has a mulch attachment so I forget to zip the bag back up a few times and leave bits go blowing everywhere – but that is the highlight of the afternoon. Until I get thirsty.
I go inside for a drink of water and immediately smell it. I had stepped in a giant pile of ‘it’. I mean, it’s bad. There must have been a T-Rex in my neighborhood. It’s maybe the worst case the planet’s ever seen. I cannot get it cleaned up – even with the hose. No big. I keep spare sneakers in the car, so I just tossed those into the washer and go back out to bag more leaves. Not a big deal after all.
Until I get thirsty. Continue reading