What a beautiful day we have had. The sun has been shining all day.
Leaves: for the want of a match
Last week, my sweet husband had all the leaves in the yard that he could stand. He got out the lawn mower and started mulching. He mowed and mowed. Finally, he got off the lawn mower and started raking the leaves and making big piles. He raked all afternoon.
It seemed that the leaves were growing with leaps and bounds. The beautiful trees, maple, pin oak and magnolia, were all shedding leaves for the winter. He is thinking about having all the trees in our yard cut down.
Last week, he had so many piles of leaves in our yard. He called me to come out to the yard and bring matches. I was so tired of hauling leaves down to our burn pit that I went out in the yard, and said "I can't find any matches." I had looked all over the house and couldn't find a match.
We used to collect matchbooks. I remember that we had a gallon glass jug full of matches that we had collected over the years. I went up to the attic and looked over all the stuff that our youngest son had moved back home when he got a divorce in Virginia. I could not find my gallon jar.
I have so much stuff in our attic already and of course his things are placed in front of all my stuff. I could not find a single match in our house and our neighbors, the Williams, were not at home.
So, I go back in the house and look for what could make do for a match. I have two oil lamps on the mantle in our den. I said to my self, “I can light the lamp with a piece of note book paper.” (I have an electric stove.)
It worked and I lit the lamp and put the globe back on the lamp and took it out in the yard. The wind was blowing, so I had to keep the globe on and use the paper to light the leaves. My husband picked up some of the burning leaves (with the rake) and put them on the rest of leaves we had pilled up.
After all this trouble, I too, think I want to cut down all the trees in our yard. Since we eat lunch in Munford every day, we stopped by Fred's and bought two big boxes of matches.
So long, so long.