Fall Clean-Up

The oak has lost enough leaves to make a big job in the yard

I was amused when Bob referred to me as Nurse Ratched but my underlying restlessness was no laughing matter. Being inside so much was getting on my nerves, but I didn't want to go too far from home so soon after my patient's total knee replacement surgery. Early last week I wanted to begin chopping up the oak leaves in the yard with the lawn mower, but I couldn't start it. I'm not very mechanical, and over the summer Bob always had it running for me, so I'd forgotten the steps.

The "one-pull" Honda wasn't even close to any kind of action after five or six pulls and I had to give up. Yesterday, Bob thought that I might have forgotten to engage the clutch while pulling the rope, and of course he was right. I guess I'd put all my (minimal) brainpower into remembering to set the choke. I quickly changed into my yard work clothes and sure enough the mower started like a charm.

The oak is over one hundred years old and a lot of leaves were on the ground -- not all, by any means, but enough to fill three barrels and six lawn bags, tightly compressed. If the leaves weren't chopped, I would have had about 25 bags: I know this, because I had to do fall clean-up once before, when Bob was out of town for almost the entire month of November. That was back when I had never used any kind of machinery at all, except girly things like a stove or a sewing machine.

Today I even put gas in the tank and hoisted the leaves into the Traverse for a trip to the compost site, under the supervision of the head lawn guy, of course. I felt proud of my work, happy after several hours in the brilliant fall sunshine, and confident that I'm ready to deal with starting a snow blower when winter hits.