Fall means raking leaves, at least in my hilltop yard, which is surrounded by mature oak trees, as well as dogwoods and ornamentals. Those giants are not like my Chilhowee Drive neighbor’s modest-sized gingko tree. The gingko’s leaves turn a brilliant gold in the fall, then almost overnight, drop to ground, blanketing its base in gold.
Brilliant but fleeting. One session and you’re done. My oak trees demand more attention. They parcel out their brown bounty over several months, from November through year’s end. A sea of leaves, that would mound knee deep if left unattended.