Leaves and Grass
This morning at the ungodly hour of 8 am I was awakened by the sound of leaf blowers. In my community they are not allowed to be used until 9 am on weekend mornings, so I was all set to pull up my socks and be really pissed off at my neighbor who does not tend to follow the rules. But it was our gardener making the racket, and the reason he woke me was that he was using the biggest freaking leaf blower I've ever seen. No backpack blowers for this guy...nope, he had a huge push version. The leaves were blowing right into the woods, where they belong. So I lay my sleepy head back down and snoozed for a bit, secure in the knowledge that I wouldn't have to rake a single leaf this fall.
But wait...what is THAT noise? Was the leaf blower not enough? Evidentally not, for now he is mowing the lawn. How odd is that? It has been so warm the last few weeks, and wet as well, that the lawn still needed to be mowed. Usually by mid-November the lawn is turning a wintery brown, but under all those leaves was a long, shaggy, verdant green lawn, now perfectly coiffed.
Except for the bald trees, you would swear it was early summer. The sloping front lawn is a carpet of lucious green that invites you to roll down it. However, underneath that green carpet is mud. Lots and lots of damp mud. Now it is starting to finally turn cold, and the ground might freeze soon. I wonder how the bulbs we've planted are going to take this weird weather. Mid-November and no frost yet. We're still eating tomatos from our plants.
For all the anger I feel over global warming and the damage it is doing to our planet, I have to secretly (ok, not that secretly) admit that I'm loving this warm fall weather. It's so much more civilized than snow in November. Stumble It! JBlog Me