Each time we walked the last few weeks, I've noticed that the oak and hickory trees around the old house and barn are now bare. Tons of leaves have fallen.
During our walk, we wade through layers of Dried Leaves ankle deep. Over the coming weeks of winter, the elements will render them back into their basic components. The earth will rejoice.
The leaves on the tin Roof take more time.
"I've got to get those leaves off that roof," I'd say...and keep on walking.
The next day I'd say, "I've got to get those leaves off that roof." And so on.
Well, today, we both got caught up with family, after-the-holiday-house-cleaning, and stuff. Jilda decided to use her free time by starting one of her online classes. I hoisted a ladder and a rake onto my shoulder with the intention of tending to a long-overdue chore at the old house.
The leaves in the gutters had begun to biodegrade. Underneath the top layer of dried leaves, was a layer of compost. I raked up a fistful and held it up to my nose. The scent was earthy - like what I imagine the planet smelled like before man discovered oil, coal, and polyvinyl chloride.
I'd almost finished when the rain moved in from the south. Standing on the ladder, I took a moment to rest. Raindrops began ticking on the newly cleaned metal roof.
When I climbed down from the ladder, the dogs were waiting under the shelter of the front porch. We all made a mad dash for the house.
It felt good to complete a chore from my long-neglected todo list.
NOTE: I shot this picture in late September. This should give you an idea of what I cleaned off the roof this afternoon.
