In the village where I live we have masses of leaves. My picture shows the Daisy dog having to brave these evil, little critters! These leaves have to be controlled. They lie around in their masses, just waiting to gang up on some poor, innocent soul. I doubt other places have the same amount of leaves that we have. They are just everywhere… waiting for some excited child to run through them.
This is so not right.
So, this morning three boys from the local council came along to our road, which is the main road that winds through the village. They’d clearly heard about the leaves collecting on the grass verges and in the gutters. These untidy objects needed to be dealt with. Why? They just did. These leaves are loitering without intent… or something along the lines of that.
Out came the leaf blowers and one guy with an old-fashioned rake. The two with the leaf blowers had enormous fun with their toys as they blew the leaves off the grass, into the air – making wonderful patterns in the air and then in to the gutters. The one with the rake just messed around up the lane for a bit… sulking – he’d wanted a leaf blower as well, but there was only two.
Both drains at the bottom of the opposite lane are well and truly blocked now. Bring on the rain and the flooded road that will follow… and I’ll be bolting to the sand bag store. Actually, these days I don’t bolt anywhere – it’s more of a wobbly slob. But, at least the evil critters that littered the grass have been moved… about six feet to the left of where they were loitering before.
Also, and this is the really good part, anyone coming along with a pushchair or mobility scooter will not be able to locate the dropped kerb. It is several inches under the mound of festering leaves. How cool is that?
These three Christmas elves (gone very wrong) wearing high-vis jackets have cleared off now and we are left with really big mounds of wicked leaves to go
jump in slob about in. My grandson isn’t here – so someone has to do it!
High winds will re-distribute the leaves back to where they damn well want to settle. That’s evil nature for you.
Just what the hell was all that about? And we as taxpayers funded it? Well done to the jumped up little upstart that thought up that great plan, from behind his overly large, and very tidy desk.
My, I’m turning into a miserable, moaning old cow.
Why can’t folk leave things alone and let nature be her messy, beautiful self?
If those Christmas elves want something to do, they could come back after the bin men have been at lunchtime today. There’ll be plenty of stuff that doesn’t make it on to the wagon. It’ll save me picking it up, when I walk the Daisy dog later on.
But no, I guess the elves will be somewhere else aimlessly blowing hideous leaves into piles and then standing with their hands on their hips for ten minutes, before they head off to do battle with some more wicked leaves.
What I want to know now is, whether my moaning and groaning is justified/ due to my age (I’m not that old though!) /or just part of my miserable persona?
Thanks for reading.
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