Today was the perfect Fall day. Temps were in the high 60’s and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. And as usual, the air was filled with the whirr of leaf blowers. Husbands and wives were bonding through leaf blowing. Chipper faced children where giddy with excitement, doing their part in hauling leaves to the curb. Well, that’s how Norman Rockwell would have painted it.
I spent Friday afternoon clearing pumpkin vines from the flower beds. The flower bed was in remarkable shape. All the flowers that got bulldozed by the pumpkins survived. I’ll tell you that I was very surprised by how good the bed survived. The grass was beat up, but it’s just grass. A quick re-edging of the bed and the bed looked good as new. We still had 2 days to get in trouble.
Pat noticed that the beds were farther apart than she thought. There was 16 feet between the beds from knee to knee. Well, we still had a yard or so of sweet peet, a space calling for something and lots of time because we don’t partake in leaf blowing. New bed, we both said at the same time. How long could it take?