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Extreme Yardwork - Not My Bag

November 8, 2009 - Kathleen Palumbo
Raked leaves today. All day. 
While I fully appreciate the beauty of autumn, the striking crimsons and yellows as they flutter effortlessly to the ground, I must admit that with each and every Home Depot bag I filled and carried to the curb, my appreciation waned just a bit.
At first, the kids and their significant others joined in – there was the playful tossing of leaves, the acorn fights, and the leaps from the tire swing. That continued throughout bag 20 or so. 
By bag 30, I found myself counting the trees in my yard, trying to imagine the majesty of each maple and oak well…just…gone. By bag 40, I wondered just exactly who the jerk was who planted so many trees in the first place.
By bag 50, condo living was looking good. So what if they all look the same, I bet those people were enjoying their day off. By bag 60 (I’m not exaggerating in the least), my back ached, I had a blister on my hand, and my legs began to numb, which was probably a good thing. 
By bag 80, (still not exaggerating), I was threatening to concrete the whole yard, was talking to myself, and had lost all feeling from the waist down. 
Cranky, and deliriously tired, I quit after bag #90 or so, ordered take-out and said a silent thank you that the beauty of autumn happens only once a year.   


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