The Problem With Trees

I love trees. Anyone who knows me knows that leaves are my favorite. Until this week. Last year my yard was a wreck. My excuse? I was pregnant, and working full time. I did not have the time, patience, or energy to put into my yard. Well. This year it is a different story. My full time job is taking care of the baby and the house. Unfortunately the yard falls into this category, and my excuse jar is empty. So every week I have been dutiful in fulfilling my obligation, and to be quite honest I have been getting quite a bit of satisfaction out of it. The yard really has made a complete turn around.
But now comes a new challenge. Autumn. (It used to be my favorite season.) I have six beautiful trees that adorn my yard. Six Beautiful trees that all at once decided to shutter the top layer of their leaves. So out I go, Gaeb and rake in toe, and I begin to rake. And the more I rake the more I long for a time that seems forever and twenty pounds ago that all I wished for was a hot new pair of shoes. Maybe a skirt to go along....but now, as my hands start to blister, and the trees mock my every movement with more leaves floating to the ground I wish for a leaf blower, and chainsaw.
So I finish. And I have decided that you can't be perfect with leaves. They break into smaller ones and they blow around. You just cant get all of them. I have also decided that they need to start holding my church meetings outside. Because the entire time that I toil in the yard Gaeb is the happiest little boy. Do you think that I would still get credit with the man upstairs if I just sat outside on the church lawn for an hour or so every Sunday? I think that the members inside might actually appreciate that more than having their Sunday service interrupted by a screeching pterodactyl in the back.