11-03-2006, 05:39 AM
Same thing I do with kudzu.
I drag out the old hand pumped army surplus flamethrower and have at them.
Or I just leave them on the ground. I have hundreds, maybe thousands of trees. I really don't have a "lawn" per say. I never mow anything. Animals do that.
Leaves compost on the ground, and somehow someday turn in to part of the soil. The wind blows them. Nature does whatever it will.
I just make sure the driveway stays clear.
My wife does silly things like rake them in to piles and jumps in to them.
A couple of days ago I was watching a fainting goat who was watching a leaf fall. The breeze caused the leaf to fall slowly, kinda going around in a lazy spiral. And the goat had her little head cocked and she watched it with the most curious expression. The leaf came down and touched her nose. Tail went up, legs went stiff, and she fainted. Fell over flat on her side, out cold.
Took me damn near a full hour to compose my self and get back to normal.
I drag out the old hand pumped army surplus flamethrower and have at them.
Or I just leave them on the ground. I have hundreds, maybe thousands of trees. I really don't have a "lawn" per say. I never mow anything. Animals do that.
Leaves compost on the ground, and somehow someday turn in to part of the soil. The wind blows them. Nature does whatever it will.
I just make sure the driveway stays clear.
My wife does silly things like rake them in to piles and jumps in to them.
A couple of days ago I was watching a fainting goat who was watching a leaf fall. The breeze caused the leaf to fall slowly, kinda going around in a lazy spiral. And the goat had her little head cocked and she watched it with the most curious expression. The leaf came down and touched her nose. Tail went up, legs went stiff, and she fainted. Fell over flat on her side, out cold.
Took me damn near a full hour to compose my self and get back to normal.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."