As I tossed back a handful of ibuprofen and crawled into bed Saturday night I felt pretty damn good about the progress I had made. With any luck I'll feel the same way tonight. But despite the elusive extra hour of sleep I supposedly enjoyed by setting back the clocks last night, I'm tired.
Although I don't get quite as many leaves as I did before taking out the giant backyard Sycamore, I still get alot of leaves. Leaves appear to be impossible to quantify so suffice it to say I get alot. Part of the problem is likely a result of having a heavily planted garden on all four sides of my house. Leaves fall, and instead of blowing into my neighbor's yards they get trapped in mine. Naturally my neighbor's leaves blow into my yard and get trapped there too.
So while I'm spending entire weekends in November lugging load after load of leaf and garden waste to the street, my neighbors are firing up their leaf blowers on a Saturday morning for an hour and and calling it good for the week.
Fortunately my town collects leaves at the curb to compost at the transfer station. I take full advantage of this service and toss in an additional ton of pine needles from my driveway and back garden and a few tons of fall garden cleanup debris. Nobody seems to notice so it's all good. Unfortunately I don't have the room on my property to compost this much volume.
Our first collection isn't scheduled until the week of November 12th. Occasionally the town pleasantly surprises me with an off schedule pickup (when it comes to fall cleanup it's the little things). Perhaps they do this because a town truck happens to venture down my street to this:
|The curb in front of my house. Currently 75 feet of leaves piled a couple of feet high and a few feet wide.|
|The cul de sac curb of my side yard. Another 30 feet or so of leaves piled high.|
|Continuing around the cul de sac on the other side of my driveway|
Like many things in life there's good news and bad news. The good news is in addition to moving all of this debris off my property, I also got both fountains drained, a good portion of the garden cut back, and the lawn areas mowed for what I hope will be the last time. And at 4:30 tonight I felt confident enough with my accomplishments to call it quits and leave my house for the first time all weekend. Destination Starbucks for my first Caramel Brulee Latte of the season. Tra la la la la! Without it I likely would have succumbed to this new "fall back" schedule and been asleep by now.
On the bad news front, I'm nowhere close to done. Half the leaves are still on the oak trees that line my driveway and I barely touched the east side of the house or the curb gardens. Some cannas and dahlias still need to be dug and dried, and plants are waiting in the garage to be re potted and stored in the house. A few perennials are kicking around waiting to be planted and if possible I'd really like to shuffle some plants around. All I can do is keep my fingers crossed that the weekend weather holds up going forward.