Fall Maple Leaves
I've been outside raking all morning long since the sun came up. The air is crisp, the sun is muted from overcast clouds and the slight breeze smells like pure clean soil since it is damp from all the overnight frost/dew which is all over the ground every morning.
But to me, all I see is wonderful "browns " for my compost piles all summer long next year.
I live on a few acres and it is full of old large maple trees and lots of eastern pines. So every Fall I'm supplied with tons of leaves (great nitrogen fixers) and lots of pine needles (great for the acidic-loving plants). So raking, usually twice a week, is a must so the volume of leaves doesn't get ahead of me.
But somehow I just don't see it as work because I truly do enjoy it getting out there and letting all my senses enjoy the look/feel/smell and the antics of my cats plowing their way thru all my piles.
Don't let anyone ever tell you cats don't enjoy playing in piles of leaves like a dog. While dogs generally jump and roll on the top... cats build there own transportation system thru the bottom of each pile.
Oh, did you know, having a house full of pets means pharmaceuticals just aren't needed for high blood pressure. After all, just the enjoyment, love and devotion they give you daily is pretty much all the body needs to heal itself.