It was a job the Boy wanted to do from yesterday morning.
“Now can we rake leaves?” he kept asking.
“No, first we’re putting up Christmas lights.”
He wandered off to play with a neighbor, to have a break inside, to ride his bike, but he came back occasionally to help out.
“Now are we going to rake leaves?” he asked after I finished with the last lights.
“No, now I have to mow.”
“Why?”
Indeed. It’s December. Why should I be mowing now? That’s the reality of living in the south. I’ll likely mow again before Christmas. The primary motivation was to take care of the leaves, but the grass was looking a bit unkept as well.
“Now are we going to rake leaves?”
“No, now we’re going to Nana’s and Papa’s to help with their Christmas decorations and to have dinner.”
So when we got back from Mass just after noon today, we started raking and blowing the leaves. After Scouts today, we finished up.
The Girl joined us, because what was the end goal of it all? Simple: a pile of leaves to play in.
