I’m writing this in winter, but there is very little snow on the ground. Which means I can readily see the work I have waiting for me in the months to come. I prefer to burn leaves, but I do try to be a good neighbor by only doing it once in the Fall and once in the Spring. It gives me that really good rich, black soil that my garden, such as it is, truly loves.
My husband used to be in charge of the yard clean up until I decided to start growing things. Now he is content to clean bathrooms while I love being outside. No complaints from me! But there was one time, when trying to expedite a job that was fairly disagreeable to him, Bob decided, rather than rake the leaves into one big burn pile, he would instead create several small piles throughout the side and front yard, even connecting them by trails of leaves and Continue reading “The leaves are waiting”