Why does this season have two names?
Dictionaries devote multiple paragraphs to the answer.
I can do it in two pictures:
Good. Now get back to raking!
For years now, I’ve engaged in a fall ritual I call “blowing and mowing.” I simply use my trusty electric blower to whisk all of the leaves out of our flower beds and driveway into the yard. (The wind, ever-enthusiastic but rather missing the point, assists by blowing all of the neighbor’s leaves into our yard, as well.) And then, I grab my not-so-trusty lawnmower and mulch the leaves into tiny bits, altruistically transforming them into nourishment for those hungry baby grass blades next spring.
However… (don’t you just hate that word?) … last weekend my mower gave up the ghost (or, well, methane). So now I’m forced to return to raking fall leaves. Just like our Native American predecessors did when their buffaloes stopped working.
We had a lovely autumn. But now that fall has fallen, and my lawnmower has gone to the Happy Mowing Ground, well… The first snow could always arrive early. And, as the Good Book* sayeth,
“Snow hideth a multitude of sins (leaves).”
*Mitch’s Good Book of Ways to Avoid Yardwork