27 September 2007

Sacke the firste

Having leaf sacks is only half the story. As I’ve told you many times before, our garden is tiny - far too small for trees. The trees in our near neighbours’ gardens are yukky conifers that are getting taller and taller and mean we will have to politely ask that they be trimmed, or even better, get rid of them altogether, otherwise we will descend into never-ending darkness. Not only are they a nuisance (the trees, not the neighbours), but they also rather thoughtlessy do not produce leaves for us, what with being evergreen. How is a girl supposed to make leaf mould when there are no leaves in her garden?

Fortunately, the street where we live is filled with mature trees of all sorts and at this time of year they considerately start to drop their leaves all over the road. There’s hardly any that have fallen so far, but still enough for a very full and heavy first sack.

Of course, I do have to grovel around on my hands and knees at the kerb, weilding my trusty dustpan and removing sweet wrappers, cigarette butts and beer bottle tops as I go along. But I do, at least end up with a load of leaves that would otherwise go to waste by being swept up by the council.

And, of course, a reputation on the street of being so OCD that I have to keep a pristine kerbside outside my house.

Filed under: Hard labour — Clare @ 11:12 am