Boys and their Toys

I may try to sneak outside in a few minutes, and take a picture of Mark as he uses his Christmas present for the first time.

I got him a leaf blower. I know. That truly is the most romantic Christmas gift ever, right?

But, our new home is bordered along the back by a forest of trees. Literally. There's a grove of trees that sit up on a hill. These are OLD trees. Lots of BIG leaves.


What you see here is evidence of our 4 or 5 attempts at raking. The tree line is just behind a fence (someone else's property). The little dogwood tree in the foreground is ours. But before we raked, it was smothered in leaves. And, although my children have loved frollicking in these leaves. . . .the beautiful grass that lies beneath the carpet of dried leaves right now does NOT like the idea of rotting leaves stealing its life away. (I'm assuming the victim role of the dormant grass)

After Mark raked the side yard, he created a ridge of leaves running nearly the length of the side yard. This pile of leaves is about to be blown over the back fence . . . sending them "home" so to speak.

Mark decided that since today is a slightly sunny, and not too cold day (55 degrees) he would go out and play with the new Leaf Blower. I can hear it revving up in the front yard. Right now, there's a lot of "off" and then "rev" and then "on" and then "off"

Ooh......it just left the front of the house, and he's making his way to the side yard. Progress. Pictures.


It's working. I can hear it humming out in front of the house right now.




I think I did good this year, huh?