Yesterday, Hubs and I looked at each other and decided to go rake leaves. Now, we have an acre and a quarter of land - about a third of which is yard. This land is what the realtors call a 'treed lot'. I figured it out and there are 28 trees in the yard - oaks, walnuts, hickory, sycamore and the cedars (which are my favorites right now because they don't drop leaves). Lots of trees = lots of leaves.
We started about 1pm with the idea that we would take it leisurely. We'd spread the raking over the course of 3-4 days. Yeah, like that was going to work. We're not the kind of people who do jobs as half-measures. Soooo, we got slammin' and jammin'.
Early on it was decided that we wouldn't make piles here and there to cart with the wheelbarrow. No, we were going to rake the piles down toward the back. You know, to make it easier... heh.
By 3:15 we could rake no more. Here's the result:
We're maybe half done. Still have to do the south side and the back, plus cart all those leaves into the woods.
Needless to say, I was bushed. I did nothing for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Dinner was slapped together grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. The only thing I did after the raking was read.
Today? Well, the rest of the leaves aren't going to rake themselves. But I'll try to take it easier because this book ain't gonna write itself either.
Did you write yesterday? If not, what's your excuse?