I see immaculate yards around my neighborhood and wonder, honestly, How do they do it?
Our own yard is littered with leaves. Two cottonwoods looming over opposite ends, plus the gnarly little leaves of our locust, mean for a relative (for Colorado’s climate) abundance of foliage to clean up every fall.
I spent a three-hour chunk of the day wrestling leaves into bags and managed only to make the yard look semi-composed.
Can one really track down all the leaves? It seems a fool’s errand—Sisyphean in the face of the brisk westerlies that come whipping off the foothills every day or so, sending leaves careening around the yard, wind wedging them into the slots of my deck furniture.
What’s a yard owner to do? Clean continuously, I suppose. It’s like patrolling the kitchen floor for crumbs—I could keep it completely clean if I swept every half hour…
But who has the time?
Taylor Coe 