Seventy eight million, nine hundred forty seven thousand, two hundred and six. I’m counting the leaves on the ground in my yard. That’s a lot. And far from all of them. Don’t let me forget where I am. I’d hate to have to start over!
I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of them. This time of year they fall out of the trees and cover the ground. Red, yellow, orange, brown. And the dead ones. If I leave them there they’ll kill the grass and make for a slippery driveway. So what do I do with them?
In the past I’d rake them up. It’s good exercise but filling up a lot of plastic garbage bags and sending them off to the landfill does not meet my criteria for a solution. I can put them in paper bags and have them carted off, but again, I don’t like sending stuff to the landfill if I don’t have to. I love recycling!
Many people out here burn them, but I’m afraid of fire. It could somehow spread to the nearby woods causing a disastrous forest fire. It might spread toward my house and burn my house down. Or somehow I myself might get burned.
Fire is one of my greatest fears. I saw a big one once. It was at the same time awe inspiring and very frightening. A Wal-Mart sized grocery/department store was fully engulfed and totally destroyed. As the flames rose higher the roof collapsed, the windows blew out, and the walls imploded while the fire continued to burn everything inside. The whole neighborhood came out to watch. It was really quite a sight and I don’t know what caused the fire. Somebody built something there again and today you’d never know anything had happened there.
When I was in the Navy I didn’t get a chance to go to real firefighter’s school but I did go to a damage control school that included some fire fighting. Being on a ship realizing that you either have to beat the fire and the damage or face the possibility of drowning is a very sobering thought. There’s no place to go except the water. And when you hear the alarms going off and the sound of iron hatches being dogged shut you find that you can move a whole lot faster than you ever imagined possible. But I digress…
Another solution would be just blowing them off into the woods. That’s OK, but it’s a lot of work! The leaves blow all around in the air, and they’re just going to blow back later. Or I could run the lawnmower over the whole thing, grind them up and turn them into little bits of nutrient filled fertilizer for the grass. I think that’s my choice. Fast and pretty clean. I’ll rake when I need some stress relief or inspiration.
So where was I on that count? Dang, I told you not to let me forget! Oh well, it doesn’t really matter. More have fallen while I was telling this story. And there are plenty more to come…
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?