Raking

I put on a warm coat yesterday, one with a hood, and went out back to my tiny yard to rake. Tiny takes on a different meaning when you have a regular rake and lots of leaves. It it the price to pay for having trees, so I am not complaining; I am simply remarking on the situation. I also have to admit it is better than having to deal with a long driveway with lots of snow – but that is a different matter.

There was someone who was to rake my leaves last fall, and, indeed, some were. We had an early freezing rain and a bit of snow and I guess he didn’t get it finished. When I went out to rake up what i thought were remaining leaves, I saw what I thought was a strip of leaves stretching along in the middle of the yard.  Well, it turned out, it wasn’t a strip; it was a mountain range that had settled into a dip in the landscape.

Ok, I raked the top dry layer off and found a frozen, wet, stuck together and to the earth long mound of leaves. I left it to dry out layer by layer and will return, like Douglas MacArthur and the Philippines.

It felt good to use my muscles and breathe in the non-frigid air. I went inside after awhile to putter around and then decided to go back out. My “feel-good” muscles were not amused. After about ten minutes they sent me a memorandum that they were flabby and out of shape and I should talk to their Union Rep about a possible strike. They used pain communication and it proved to be effective.

It is sunny today and looks inviting outdoors following the bleak winter, but I have decided not to cross the picket line during the “rake down” and am offering up aspirin and sofa time to my muscles. I hope they will come to realize the additional oxygen provided to them by movement will be advantageous. I don’t know, though, they seem to have a stubborn streak.

Maybe they would like Zumba?