Autumn + big yard = plenty of leaves.
Luckily we have plenty of help.
First, our faithful workhorse, John (Deere). He's a trooper. As long as you fill him with enough gasoline to power a midsize sedan, he works tirelessly. Oh, and is he versatile--he mows, he mulches. He never complains, even when he gets dog poop in his tires.
Of course John would be just another pretty face in the shed if not for his skilled and rugged pilot, BGD. As long as he has his podcasts and 70s music blasting through his headphones, he can tackle yardwork for hours. And he is fastidious. No leaf escapes his mowing pattern. None. Ok, maybe one or two. At most.
Then we have those 3 hardworking children of ours. Ebby helped out this weekend for a good while. Then her friend came over (early) to pick her up to go to the movies and she was outta here--before I could take her picture. Trust me though, she raked.
Then we have the dynamic leaf raking duo of Cuyler & Will. They spent about an hour raking in the 'upper yard' and then were asking if they could go inside and play video games. Instead I took them down to the 'lower yard' to help me rake the bottom of the driveway. Um, they had a blast. They raked and played out there for another 2+ hours. They built a fort, had a war on fungi, and made up a very complex game that involved a fictional Autumn festival, me pretending to be an old, senile woman and them "stealing" leaves from my piles. They cracked themselves up.
Cuyler was using a leaf as a mustache, speaking in a disguised voice and calling me 'Madame'.
Cuyler, bundled up and standing on more building material.
I'm happy to report that 2 days later, the leaf bunker is still in tact--maybe tomorrow they'll have a chance to add on.
With an 11:30 early dismissal day, we can only hope.