But it's such a damned mess.
The black walnuts try to break our spirits and our backs every year by dropping hundreds of pounds of disgusting walnuts that must all be picked up one by one. Then they drop the little twigs that the walnuts grow on, and those twigs get all bunched up in the rake, making them also very annoying to clean up. And THEN, they drop their leaves.
All the other trees drop their leaves too, of course. We have really, really old trees around the house, in keeping with our really, really old house. And those old trees are very large with many, many, MANY leaves. So fall ends up being a few weeks of raking and burning leaves, with fun breaks for walnut disposal. Every day.
Cubby does not make this any easier with his insistence that every leaf pile is begging to be waded through and turned into more of a leaf carpet. That then must be raked up again. But you know, that's the beauty of fall when you're a child. Because when you're a kid, fall isn't a season of neverending yard work--it's just fun. So I just rake the piles all up again when he's done.
It's a small price to pay for good memories, don't you think?