What’s beneath my feet? It’s the spot that held what was left of last fall’s giant leaf mountain, created when raking the yard in November/December. I forked the remaining foothills into the compost bins a couple of days ago.
Every fall there are way too many leaves to fit in the compost bins, so the leaf-mountain grows beside them. Then the seasons turn, the compost shrinks, and eventually it’s possible to get everything in.
I hurried to clean up the compost area so a tree removal company could get through to take away this dying oak tree. It was leaning toward the neighbor’s house. What’s sadder still — it wasn’t the only dying oak, there was another one, even bigger. Here’s a “Where’s Waldo” type photo of one of the tree removal guys at work (orange shirt, very high up).
And a closer look —
After they left yesterday, I was disappointed to find a lot of smaller limbs they should have picked up, but left lying on the ground, and a trail of empty plastic water bottles they left behind littering the woods. They mashed one of the other compost bins, knocked off the top of my neighbor’s fence, and if I count tree stumps, I see an extra — they must have clobbered and taken out another small tree near the bigger one out back. It seems unprofessional that they didn’t mention any of these things. Now I know it’s necessary to watch more closely, even when there are chainsaws involved.
As for the compost, there’ll be fewer leaves to feed it this fall… R.I.P. beautiful oak trees.
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