Leaf it to Beaver

I figure if Robbo gets to make leaf puns about raking extravaganzas, then so do I.

We spent about three hours on Veteran's Day blowing and raking leaves down into the forest. There were piles made and jumped in. Sleepy pup got in on the action and had quite a bit of joyous delight. And when all was said and done, the yard was basically free of all leaves.

Cue wind and rain overnight.

Friday morning, we woke up to a covered lawn that begged the question, "Have you even considered raking leaves this season?"

But of course they were wet, so they needed to wait until they were dry. We were also scheduled to head to Dad's on Friday afternoon to do his leaves (just off the porches and patio, with some bonus patio power washing thrown in for good measure.)

But wet. So we punted, ostensibly until Saturday.

But rain. Again. Just enough to keep the leaves immovable.

So we're aiming for tomorrow for Dad's and maybe, if we're motivated and the batteries hold out (the teenager version of God willing and the creek don't rise) our own. If not, ours will wait until Tuesday. Or whatever.

Our trees are all nearly naked, so maybe waiting will work in our favor in terms of number of times more that we have to attack the project.

We shall see, I suppose.