Margaret asked me to rake the leaves today. We have a nice maple tree in our backyard and two weeks ago it finally reached its maximum color. This was well after many other trees had already lost its leaves.
Well it made up for its late coloring by losing all of its leaves quickly. The oak tree behind it which was losing weeks weeks ago still is hanging on to a few of its leaves.
With no Eagles or Steelers games to use as an excuse to avoid work, I gathered up my iPod, camera, and rake and went out to the backyard. I took a before picture that you see below and I thought to myself. How hard would be to Photoshop the leaves into a nice pile?
It looks great. I left a few leaves scattered around for realism and Photoshopped in a rake. Great. However, Margaret is one of those people who will look out the window at some point before the snow can cover the leaves. Why she does this is beyond me. I feel no need to look at the backyard. I know it is there, and it’s probably doing something that is going to cause me work. It’s better that I don’t look.
Oh, well I had to rely on my “gardening” skills rather than my Photoshop skills, which is not a good thing. I have a black thumb. Every plant that I touch turns to compost—eventually. Of course, Margaret would point out that this is a good thing for leaves. Curses, foiled again.
The final or almost final result. There are still leaves on the trees. This was only a stopgap effort. I will be out there again next weekend for some more battles with the leaves. It is too bad that I actually like our trees, otherwise I could preemptively strike against the leaves and deal with once and for all.
BTW, I noticed that the grass is still growing. Don’t tell Margaret, she will expect me to cut it.