Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Our Rake

I have a confession to make: I have never owned a rake.

I guess you could say I shared in owning one when I lived with my parents, but since having my own house I have not had one. I've never had cause for one. In our very first house we just didn't rake. When we rented before we bought our second place, we had to have a lawn service as part of our lease and they handled the chore of cleaning up the yard as needed. Our last house had only one 'real' deciduous tree, and it was just a baby, barely producing enough leaves to be noticed when shed.

But now? Now we live flush against woods full of oak, and though they are still mostly cloaked in green, they have managed to discard enough leaves to make a point: it's time to get a rake.

So I did.

I grabbed the most basic, sturdy, cheapest rake I could find at my nearest one-stop-shop, and that same afternoon I broke it in.

And I did it over...

...and over...

...and over again.

I have another confession to make: I flippin' love having a rake.

(I think we all do.)

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