Yesterday was a busy day for the Adams. In the morning we made our weekly trip into town to do our grocery shopping (we like the Senior discount at Krogers!!).
In the afternoon we decided to tackle the leaves in our yard. The trees around us have lost most of their leaves over the past couple of weeks, and although we cleaned the leaves last week, it was time to do it again. Actually it was past time, but rain and high winds kept us from doing much over the past couple of days.
But yesterday afternoon the wind died down and the leaves were dry, so Betsy and I decided we couldn’t put things off any longer. Betsy is the leaf-blower ace — she can get those leaves to go where ever she wants them to go. My job is simpler — I provide the muscle to carry leaves away.
We have one big advantage when it comes to getting rid of leaves — our yard backs onto the golf course and the maintenance people will use their equipment to pick up leaves from the rough directly behind our house. Betsy can blow leaves from the back yard directly onto the golf course property, but the other sides of the house involve some work. That’s where I come in — I get to carry the leaves to where they can be dumped.
Now don’t get me wrong — Betsy also works hard. But she has this wonderful ability (see above) to make work seem like play. Or should I say to make play seem like work?