10th November 2020
Kelli lit so many candles this evening, it must effect global warming. The neighbours must think our house is really a church, or we can’t afford the electric.
It was a funny day, the temperature was into the sixties but it was grey and threatened to rain, but I did more to the decking and stripped the old finish off a dresser.
The build up of leaves is a constant frustration. There are two spots near the front door that attract them. It is alway in the same place, one by the front door, the other behind a wooden chair that Kelli has placed outside as a decoration. In the time I have been here, I haven’t sat in it once, and no wonder it’s buried in bloody leaves. Anyway the wind hits the house in such a way the leaves are sucked up and dropped in the two places.
I patiently collected the piles of leaves, and pushed them firmly into a plastic bag, I didn’t how heavy compressed leaves weigh, I had to drag the bag to the bin, and almost strained my greens lifting it in.
I’m fed up with brushing them to the road only to have them blowing back the next day.
Another Lifetime to go 