I suppose, at some point in the distant past, I may have postponed a final bit of raking until there was snow on the ground. If so, I don't recall it. Normally, my modus operandi is to ignore snow-covered leaves until the spring. So yesterday may have been a first, as I scooped up sodden leaves and tramped through the snow in 45-degree weather to dump these remnants of autumn into the compost bins.
Actually, the lateness wasn't my fault (he said, unconvincingly). I cleaned up the yard on time, but heavy winds have been blowing in leaves from beyond the borders of my little kingdom. I haven't been able to keep up with these illegal immigrants.
Technically, it's still fall, but we've had some wintry weather here in central Maine - snow, sleet and frigid temperatures. The wood stove has been pressed into service several times of late, so Tuesday's balmy temps were a welcome respite. I've dubbed raking a snow-covered yard on an unseasonably warm Nov. 30 a trans-seasonal experience.
Actually, the lateness wasn't my fault (he said, unconvincingly). I cleaned up the yard on time, but heavy winds have been blowing in leaves from beyond the borders of my little kingdom. I haven't been able to keep up with these illegal immigrants.
Technically, it's still fall, but we've had some wintry weather here in central Maine - snow, sleet and frigid temperatures. The wood stove has been pressed into service several times of late, so Tuesday's balmy temps were a welcome respite. I've dubbed raking a snow-covered yard on an unseasonably warm Nov. 30 a trans-seasonal experience.
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