Raking Leaves

I spent a large part of today raking leaves. I'm not complaining, believe it or not, I like to rake leaves. It's one of the few things that you can do and actually see the good that you have done. There is no guessing if you need to do it again, just take a look at what's left. Any person with sense can see if they are finished. Or if it's good enough. I wish that everything in this world was as clear cut as that. Unfortunately, that's almost never the case, is it? I've got several things going on in my life and to be honest, I don't know where I am with them. I've been working on one project for about three months now, and I can't tell if I've made any progress at all. I guess life is like that. When you couple that with the fact that I am not what you would call a patient woman, and you can see why I like the instant gratification of raking. I guess now it's time to wait and see when the city gets around to picking them up. (The leaves, that is.) It seems to me that they could have been going around removing the piles that have been gathering, but what do I know? Maybe they are waiting on a special signal. See what I mean about not being patient? The other problem that I have this time of year is that the cold weather is coming. There is no way to kid myself that it isn't. Yesterday when I woke up, there was a thin layer of ice on the dish of water that I keep out for birds and other thirsty creatures. It broke my heart to see that ice. I'm not a winter person. My idea of cold weather is watching the snowing scene from A Christmas Story. That is just about as much snow as I need on any given year. Back home in Florida, cold weather starts at fifty degrees. I am still that way, even though I've been forced to live in the North for a long time now. But back to raking leaves-as I was raking them, I thought about just last week when I saw a tall hill covered in trees with leaves starting to turn. The person that I was with commented on the pretty colors. I never see that part of it. I guess that I would rather have green pine needles all year than leaves, colored leaves, or dead leaves to rake. Maybe someday I'll be a fall person, but I don't think so. If it weren't for college football, I wouldn't like the season at all. Oh, well. What are you going to do? I guess I'm going to put on an old Elvis movie-Blue Hawaii, I think, and pretend it's eighty degrees and summer time. If that helps you get through the fall, you can thank me later.