Why does the wind get to have all the fun
The other morning when my daughter and I shared breakfast table time, she began laughing our loud and proclaimed, “that little black kitten is chasing leaves.” I was amused by her joy at the cat’s expense.
Chasing leaves might be an endless game this time of year. With the high wind warnings on the weather radar, this week brought the new carpet to the backyard quite quickly. I was amused to catch a glimpse of our five month old golden-doodle chasing a leaf today also. Not so amused to be aroused at sunrise with her ferocious barking at the deer in the yard through the picture window in the living room. Chasing things must have been “in the wind” today as a neighborhood black doodle came through the front yard later after said-same deer!
Chasing leaves is how I feel about cleaning this time of year. The crumbles, and dusties of fall find their way into the house as readily as those pesky little Asian beetles. Once the harvest begins the little imposter ladybugs must find a new home. Mine seems to be the best, I quess. Once the leaves get blown across the township, maybe the cleaning will let up. But I hear snow might fly first and then it won’t be so easy to remove the soggy mess.
Chasing leaves right out of fall and into winter reminds that there are some decoration changes to be had soon. While my sister’s have fall birthdays and enjoy putting up all of their fall what-nots our early in September, my birthday is in spring. So having a “forever-spring” greenhouse is far more fascinating than rearranging all of my surfaces to make room for a seasonal decoration theme. However, I have always loved playing in the snow and my snowman collection will have to come out soon. The law of flat surfaces is alive and well in my home, so there will be a big cleaning festival before the collection can find its winter place on those spaces.
Chasing leaves back into their pile might be fun as a child when the joy of scattering them as one jumps into the mound, but as an adult getting the unruly back into submission is less captivating. Today as I observed my puppy’s lack of restraint when greeting newcomers it occurred to me that perhaps it might be easier to put the leaves back on the tree than to get her to sit when every ounce of her being springs forward at excitement. We set up class for her and I for the next six weeks. We will soon find out of getting her to obey is something like trying to gather leaves into a pile with a northwest gale!
So while you consider the change of the seasons, find a few leaves to kick around. Be a child for a few minutes as you kick up some joy. Imagine yourself stronger than the wind as you puff at the pile!