There are alot of trees around the house. All those leaves that come down in the fall are given every opportunity to be blown away by the wind, and or most of the time we just mow up the rest when grass starts growing in the spring. But sometimes it gets to where the leaves just clog up everything, blanketing bushes and clogging up the gutters and drainage pipes, and getting all caught up in the vines and ivy that grow around the shrubs where the cats like to procreate and hiss. So sometimes we get the notion to actually do that relocation thing where the leaves get scraped up into gargantuan piles. Then we burn them.
I've probably stood around enough burning leave-piles to get some kind of certificate, or burning pile diploma, if such a thing existed.
William Andrew Stephens,
being of sound mind and good judgment, to be a certified professional in the field of burning stuff, particularly leaves, but not limited to, couches, household trash, unwanted furniture, and the occasional but technically illegal and don't push it, old tire.
The certificate would come from something like The Southern Arkansas Commission of Household Waste Disposal, and it would look like one of those Barber College diplomas that hang on the wall at that place where I get my haircuts for five dollars.
People who have lived their entire lives in places where you can set your trash on the curb every thursday and it magically disapears, may have a different attitude, about disposal, about burning things. Personally, if we're talking about sins against mother nature, I'd opt for the fire. I'd definitely opt for option A: fire, over option B: stuffing leaves in big plastic bags and depositing them in an eternal landfill, anyday.
Or just mow the leaves up. But burning is fun.
Posted by drew at January 05, 2003 09:02 PM