So our neighbor across the street is always blowing his leaves. Every day. I hear him, I see him, and I always think, why doesn’t he just rake them.
Raking leaves is something I associate with fall. Spending a cool breezy afternoon raking up big piles of leaves and then jumping in them, rolling around and making it rain leaves.
That is until yesterday. When I went to the store and finally bought a rake. Went into the back yard and raked leaves for 2 hours, barely putting a dent in our tiny back yard. When I was heading to the back yard, rake in hand. I had this vision of big piles of leaves, green grass everywhere, and Adelyn having a blast jumping and rolling in leaves.
Two hours later, I had 3 piles of leaves, and a teeny tine patch of green grass. I stopped, looked around and said EF this!
Really all I wanted was for Adelyn to have fun jumping in the piles of leaves. And well, while I was raking, she wasn’t. Because every time she’d go to run into a pile, I’d make her stop, because I just spend forever getting all the leaves into that pile. Raking the leaves had consumed me, and I forgot the real reason I was out there. Not to make the yard look good, but to create a tradition, create a memory that so many of us have from our childhood.
This wasn’t fun, for me, or her! What was I thinking. I set the rake down, grabbed my camera and told her “OK, go jump in the leaves.”