Rake, blow, mulch, scoop and bag the beautiful fall colors.
There was a time when I actually stood over the backyard pond with a net and caught the leaves before they hit the ground. I’m a bit more chilled now at keeping the leaves from getting water logged and sinking to the bottom. An hourly trek outside is sufficient, an internal timer draws me away from the keyboard.
The only danger is losing my concentration on what I’m working on, though being mesmerized by the fish swimming around does give my mind a much needed breather. I have to admit that there are occasions when I’ll never come back inside, preferring to sit and listen to the sounds of nature rather than the clickety-clack of never-ending tasks.
While I sat and watched the leaves break off from the branches and land in the backyard this morning, the analog side of things neatly correlated to the digital side. Getting caught up with trying to catch every bit of information as it hits the ground is #futile.
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall