It's that time of year again. The lawn (grassless as it's been for years) is now one gigantic pile of yellowed leaves. We've been raking and raking and raking leaves. They're almost high enough to jump into the pile like we used to do when we were little.
We've been putting them in giant piles, loading them into large moveable 33 gallon trash container and schlepping them to the back. Also moved the old leaf mold pile so we could begin a new one. The gutters were emptied again (2nd time, but now most of the leaves are actually fallen now - the tree is almost totally bare).
We've taken a few breaks because, damn, there's a LOT of leaves. And it's very breezy out today. And cool (temps not getting above 60, which for here is pretty chilly). The weather report shows 3-4 upcoming hard frost days. Seems a bit early for those, but it's inevitable that they'll come. And so the lime tree is covered and seems to be thriving in its mini greenhouse.
After fall comes winter and dark and cold. Shorter days and Seasonal Affective Disorder for those that suffer. I can hardly believe it's almost the end of 2022. At least there's only 30ish more days of darkness, and then things will begin to lighted up, very slowly but they will.
My little man (what I used to call him when he was born) has been here and it's been so wonderful to have his light and humor and his fine self in the house, but he leaves tomorrow. After a quick visit to the parental units up north, I'll be anxious to get back to painting and writing and maybe theatre again (not sure how or when that might happen).
All I know is that I'm oh so grateful for my family, my home, my livelihood in wondrous retirement, and most of all, the beauty of the Fall leaves.
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