Autumn in New England is a beautiful time. The colors of the leaves, the brisk days, and the preparations for winter.
Sunday, I finished stacking all the wood except for some twisted cherry knots and cleaned up the four buckets of “mulch” that always comes with the wood. Typically, this would not be a reason to lament all the work to come, but the woods behind the house have cultivated a fine crop of leaves this year.
While I’ve been busy stacking, they’ve been littering. So now begins the long slog through the deep drifts of maple, ash, oak, and other leaves. It’s time to knuckle down, get serious, and get those rakes working. I know that if I haven’t cleared the back by the woods before the end of this month, I’ll lose the battle. It’ll all be there for winter, wet and soggy, matted down, and resistant to raking. Then when the first storm of December comes along, it’ll be too late, and I’ll shovel through the snow and then the mulched layer of leaves.
Autumn in New England. The season that keeps on giving.
Is that photo how you stacked your wood? Seems rather haphazardly “stacked” to me! 😂
Amazing! Fandango, you clearly lack an appreciation for fine abstract art. I took days of planning and hours of work to create this work of Abstract Surrealist Dadaism. Then it is utterly destroyed in an act meant to signify the transitory nature of all art.
I expected better of you!
Abstract art is, well, a bit too abstract for a practical, pragmatic person like me. 😉
Man oh man do I miss autumns in New England! Currently stuck in the SE corner of the US and it still feels like summer here to me. Retirement and a move back north can’t come soon enough!
I’ll save a cord of wood for you to stack next fall, and then there are leaves to rake…and don’t forget the snow!
I never liked stacking the wood, but did love the wood stove once old man winter stepped onto the stage! Leaves, pay, just mulch them in with the lawn mover! Snow, if your well provisioned and don’t have to get to work, I say bring it! It’s once of the many things I miss about Irving above the Mason-Dixon Line.