Today, I participated in an annual fall ritual
enjoyed endured by many homeowners. Yes, I’m talking about raking. After several neighbors had already cleaned their lawns with what I assume were vacuums, I was guilted into raking so the new kid on the block didn’t give a bad impression. On the plus side, I was pleasantly surprised by my Clog Free Rake.
As you can see, the electric company left me with a “half tree” in August after their aggressive trimming. While it’s hard to tell from the photo, I had 8.5 thirty-gallon compacted bags full of leaves, mostly from the front yard. I can assure you that this half-tree didn’t produce that quantity of leaves, so at this time, I’d like to thank Mother Nature for taking a dump on my lawn.
In fact, leaves weren’t the only thing I found on my front lawn. As I was scooping up leaves with my hands and pouring them into the leaf bags, I came across a treasure in the rough. And by treasure, I mean turd. Thanks neighbors.
It was a perfect Saturday for pumpkin painting with my kin in Sioux Falls. The weather turned cool, and I had a crisp, short morning run at 25 degrees. My mom, sister, Grandpa Joe, cousin Abby and Aunt Diane all tried our hand at painting some pumpkin faces, while Grandma kept the coffee pot percolating and the soup simmering for our lunch break. We’re ready for Halloween decorating.