It is now February 1st. We have a beautiful tree in our front yard that is massive and very old. Judging by its size in relation to every other tree on the block, I would go as far as to say that the tree is likely as old as our house (100 years) and is easily the largest and oldest tree in the area.
While we do love this tree, it has a strange habit of budding leaves late and dropping them even later. That’s fine, but it means that our yard normally doesn’t get raked until early November. That wouldn’t be a problem either except that it started to snow this year right after the leaves fell and before we could rake them up.
So, now it is February, and our leaves are still on the ground. Every time it gets close to the point that we can rake them up, we get hit with snow again.
On Tuesday, we finally had a good break in the cold weather and the snow was melting off fast. I looked at my wife and told her that I would rake the leaves the next day. So what happened overnight? That’s right. Two inches of fresh snow.
You can’t tell me that God doesn’t have a sense of humor.
Oh, and I’ve also taken this as a sign; the leaves are staying. I figure that if I stop trying to rake them, it’ll stop snowing. And there is no way that I’m even going to tempt a blizzard in July by waiting to rake until mid-summer.
