(I wrote this post a year ago — in early December 2013, actually. It shows how much things have changed for Bo because he’s in bed most of the time now rather than going out to pick up the leaves that are already falling in our yard. Jon commented recently, “At least I won’t have to rake leaves every day this year.” But then, again, we won’t have a pristine yard either.)
Autumn leaves. At last, they’re coming to their end! The trees are nearly all bare.
What would we have done this autumn without our new helper, Jon? Every day for the last six weeks he has raked and blown the leaves with Bo who is totally focused on them.
We have to make him come in to eat or to rest. If I’m cooking dinner, he slips out to pick some up and I have to call him four or five times to come in to eat. “Yeah, yeah, “ he’ll respond, but keep on picking them up.
It’s impossible for us to explain to him that there will just be more leaves tomorrow or that we just sweep them into the street so the town can pick them up; he becomes very irritated when they continue to fall, even as he picks them up. He forgets what to call them or why they fall and the only way we can distract him from them is to take a ride.
One day John said to me, “I’m beginning to hate leaves,” and another day he said that when he buys a house, he doesn’t want any trees.
But he soldiers on, raking and blowing, moving them into the street while Bo continues to pick them up by hand. We were discussing putting the lights in our bushes for Christmas, and Jon pointed out that we don’t want to do it too early because Bo has a habit of grabbing leaves and whatever else is around them in his fervor to get rid of them all. The lights might go.