Our first fall with a yard, and no maintenance team. It’s been an experience. Rakes are apparently very much a “seasonal item” which translates into “perpetually out of stock.” With every leaf off the three trees in the back yard, I finally got a rake and a dry day to use it together at the same time. No luck on a bag holder yet.
So I made do with Samantha’s help.
“Oh, sorry. I dropped it.”
“Oh, sorry. My nose itched.”
“Oh. My stomach hurts.”
I had to ask, “Do you think you’ve got motion sickness from trying to stand still for so long?”
She had no idea what I might mean. “Nevermind, darling. Go play.”
I roped Simon into helping next. “Simon, hold it up. ”
“Simon. Hold it up.”
“Simon. HOLD THE BAG UP!”
“Simon! KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE BAG!”
“SIMON! Where are you going?”
Off chasing squirrels with Samantha. I think I was right about her stomach.
Five bags bagged and stacked. One quarter of the backyard done. It’s going to be a long week.