I usually have the Boy Scouts come and take care of my property— we have ELEVEN trees on our property— so we get a LOT of leaves. The Boy Scouts come in a group of about 12 plus a couple of scout masters and while they’re working I fire up a big pot of Hot Cocoa and this year my plan was to make egg sandwiches on the gas grille while they worked.
Mother nature had a different idea.
In the Woo— we have a setup where we shove our leaves into the street and the city comes and takes them away, but they give you a loose deadline to do this and if you miss it your only choice is to bag them up and get them to the yard waste center. I don’t usually worry about it because the scouts take them away as part of the service.
It was all looking good as we headed into the mid week of their planned Saturday visit but then mother nature decided to throw a monkey wrench into my plans. They were calling for eight inches of snow— and this being before Thanksgiving— I think we were talking around the 17th of November, I was skeptical it would actually happen.
Then I decided to go out and do the leaves myself. We had about three foot piles near one of our doors (a door we don’t use but the mailman does and I’m shocked he kept trudging through it) so with leaf blower in one hand and a rake in the other I battled the piles of leaves for the better part of six hours before getting the vast majority of them into the street. A few hours later they came and took the leaves, the timing couldn’t have been better.
I canceled with the scouts but I made myself a cup of cocoa, an egg sandwich and I handed myself a nice check for the hard work.