Monday, November 8, 2010
We rake only the area surrounding our house and outbuildings, of course. We don't clear the entire 5 acres. But when we're finished with this small patch, it FEELS like we've raked 5 acres, let me tell you!!! Every muscle, every bone in our bodies ache!
The musky odors of the leaves as they are moved brings back thoughts of Autumns long ago - when us kids used to "help" dad as he raked huge piles of leaves in our yard. He'd no sooner rake a huge pile and he'd gently toss us into them, covering us over with a blanket of leaves! They were light and fluffy, and we would beg to be tossed in again and again! Dad knew how to let kids have fun, and how to join in! Never mind he had more raking to do when the games were done for the night - he had the heart, mind and soul of a child, and shared in our delight of the season!
Later on, we'd help truck those leaves by the handfuls and Dad would lug the largest share - to the burn barrel in our alley. The main portion of leaves were from a tall Oak in the neighbor's yard, so they would smoke and barely burn. A sprinkle of Maple leaves would renew the flames when smoke had taken over from the oaks, and the smell is something I enjoy now, away from my fire pit. The scent takes me back... decades back...as the flames fire my rememberings of the BEST childhood a girl could ever wish for.
The Leaves are Waiting....