Life: October 2003 Archives

Fall is definitely here. Yesterday evening I spent a couple of hours sorrowfully blowing leaves from the back yard to the front curb so the city can sweep them. I was going to rake but the grass seed from a couple of weeks ago is growing and I didn't want to hurt the new blades, so instead I cranked up the blower and blew them onto the driveway and then to the curb. Luckily the leaves were dry and scuttled easily down the driveway.

Afterwards, I started thinking about leaf blowing and poetry, wondering if there be poems about leaf blowers or, in general, leaf blowing. No better way to find out than to google leaf blowing poetry and follow the results. Not much there though I did come across a wonderful essay comparing the aesthetic qualities of raking and blowing.

Maybe I should junk the leaf blower, use instead the rake, and fullfill my green obligations of keeping the neighborhood free of noise and pollution.