Sharon's blog: Reminder to myself: Do NOT rake in January

Most of my arguments are with myself.

I suddenly caught sight of green through the murk of my back windows this morning. The thermometer on my tiny front stoop said it was 29 degrees, too cold to check out those little blobs of green out back. That was early this morning.

'You won't go out until it's at least 40,' I told myself.

'I'll go out when I'm ready,' I argued back.

'Don't even think about raking.'

'Rake. Rake. Rake.'

About an hour ago, without checking the temp, I took the trash out, camera in hand.

'Too cold to be taking pictures.'

'I'll use the zoom.'

Now every leaf that was left on anybody's tree in the entire neighborhood blows down the little hill and into my yard. Every single winter.  I have a fine time raking every spring, though I usually wait till the end of March. It's been very windy this entire January. So windy in fact that I think I also have leaves from Oklahoma and Texas covering my flower beds. Leaves that I don't even recognize are all over my daylilies. And irises. Roses. Etc.

'Don't think about the rake.'

'It's 45 degrees.'

'Tomorrow could easily be 10 degrees. Do NOT rake. It's Kentucky for cryin' out loud!'

'OK! Enough already. I'll just take pictures.'

Spiderwort. Roses. Coral bells. Daffs. Mint. Daylilies. Irises. They are all up, for goodness sakes!

'It's January. They need the leaf cover.'

'Yeah.'

'So do NOT touch the rake!'

'I need to prune those roses.'

'You shoulda done that last fall.

'Winter sneaked up on me.'

'Do NOT touch the pruners.'

I love it when I get the last word.  The  rake is still parked in the garage. So are the pruners.

But the day is not yet over.

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