Although Fall is my favorite season, picking up leaves had become an even bigger chore for me. It is too expensive to have it done professionally so I do it myself still. How do it do it now?
I do it with a vengeance. I do it with fierceness. I find that I am almost angry when I do it. I just want to get it done. I get right in there whenever I see a pile of leaves and dump them in my dumpster. I do a couple of bags when I get home from work. I do a couple after dinner. I do a few on the weekend. I do not do it all at once anymore. Why? It is because I can’t. It is not because I am older either. It is because I am too aggravated to deal with it. I have other things that I have to do and I have realized that this is only one chore in my life amongst the many chores that I do now.
It has moved down the list in priority. It is better this way too. It does not stress me out the way it used to. That is what happens as life goes on. You become more mellow with certain things. You say, “the heck with it.” It’s a great feeling sometimes not to have to care so much.
If the first snow falls before I get it done, which is usually the case, I can always count on a couple of mid winter abnormal high temperatures to melt the snow and give me chance to fill up a couple of more bags. By the time Spring arrives I am done.
I am older. I don’t care as much as I used to. I am tired and I have realized that I can only do so much. I do not let it stress me out as much as it used because life is too short for that. I will always love this time of the year.