Overnight, between Friday and Saturday, the leaves fell. Kerplunk. No slow drifting. We got up in the morning and we were hip deep in oak, maple, sassafras, aspen, and catalpa — but mostly oak. Some of the oak leaves actually showed color this year — red and some purple on the edges of a bronze leaf. This is the one job we simply cannot handle anymore. It’s got us beat.
By early the next morning, the cleanup crew had been around. The leaves are (mostly) gone. They even cleaned the deck, though more leaves have fallen. Really, leaves fall all year — just a whole lot more of them in the fall.