by Jonathan Bogman Perry
I think leaf-peeping sounds like it should be a punishable offense. It would be cool to do, but it just sounds dirty. Anyway, it’s autumn and time to start taking care of the fallen leaves and wrap up the yard work. For about a decade after college I lived in a duplex apartment that was pretty unfit for humanity. There were advantages, though, one of which was the great non-problem of yard work. I didn’t have to do it. It’s one of those odd benefits of apartment living. I actually lived in a basement duplex, so there was a yard on the property and, from time to time, such as when I was dissatisfied with the state of the acreage, I took matters into my own hands and cleaned up my area by trimming back some bushes that had taken to regularly whacking me or removed a discarded refrigerator which has somehow blown into the yard. Yard work wasn’t required of me by the lease, nor, apparently, was it required of anyone.
The thing is, I do actually enjoy yard work and have fond memories of doing it in ages past. I find it even more satisfying now to do at my own place. I affectionately remember during my youth going kicking and screaming to mow the lawn at the threatening behest of my folks, whom, I should add, I love dearly, but might have been evicted by the neighborhood association had it not been for my infrequent yard maintenance. During my near decade of college I would come home once every few months to find that the jungle in my parents’ backyard had managed to swallow most of the yard tools and several large and endangered mammals. Of course, I wasn’t the only one to do the yard work. I do have 2 younger brothers, but either one brother managed conveniently to be overseas in Europe for the school year, or the youngest had a debilitating broken toe which prevented any physical activity besides walking 2 miles to school each way or dancing in the school musical (I really wanted to say ’run on the track team’, but that’s just not so).
I enjoy raking leaves during the crisp autumn afternoons, building great piles of arboreal death, but I would enjoy dental surgery if it were outside in the fall. Autumn is always thrilling with the fantastic foliage colors of red, orange, brown, and yellow and the nip in the air that promises a brisk winter right around the corner. These are the days of the holidays and refreshingly happy vacations. It’s when sports get fun again. I’m sure I would very much enjoy New England in the fall. It’s a fantasyland that I have yet to experience. Perhaps one day when I finally grow up and become a man I’ll move out to New England just so I can be there in the autumn to happily rake up the mountains of fallen leaves that have swallowed the yard and a lost California Condor or two. I’d probably just leave them there. They’re so pretty. The leaves, too.
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