I decided to clear leaves from the garden today.
I could wait a few more weeks until they've all fallen but today was sunny and there were plenty enough leaves on the ground already.
We have a garden vac/blower and I always imagine that this should make light work of leaf clearance. In my head I imagine some ridiculous advert where a garden vac makes leaf clearing the sort of task one could complete before breakfast. So, because that's how this garden tool should work, I decided to use it.
It was slow going. The leaves were wet and therefore heavy and rather like Greater Anglia I felt like crying "They're the wrong sort of leaves" before cancelling the service entirely.
I persisted, because that's what I do. It was still taking forever. A brief chat to a passing neighbour didn't aid my progress.
I gave up and resorted to good old fashioned manual labour when my muscles and patience ran out.
Leaf grabbers like these are a brilliant invention. Many leaves moved quickly.
Progress slowed several times, three to be precise. I met James from across the way and we had a good long chat. Margaret and her daughter stopped for a chinwag as they passed and Barbara came by so we spent some time catching up, which comprised mainly of moaning about the builders and the council.
I'm thinking of ditching the garden vacuum. It promises so much and delivers so little.
Getting hands dirty and getting stuck in is far more satisfying.