November 16, 2009
Have a fence you need white-washed?
So, six or seven years ago, my friends Jamaison and Dawn moved into a lovely house with a lot of mature trees. Pretty quickly, they realized they were in over their heads (almost literally!) and starting hosting a party where all their friends come over and help them rake the leaves. (For the record, Jamy and Dawn had a sneaking suspicion their friends were pretty gullible — a lot of us helped them move into that house.)
So, each fall, we gather up our rakes, gloves and blowers and converge on their house. This year, I think there were seven or eight adults and at least that many kids. We were done in about an hour and a half — not a bad deal. Then we had yummy chili, hot dogs, corn pudding and brownies.
Later that afternoon, a landscaping service came and vacuumed up all the leaves that we had piled by the curb.
I love that Dawn told me as I was leaving that I was one of the ones should could always count on being there. It’s funny because I’ve only been there two times out of five. I guess my personality is so big I don’t even have to be there for it to seem like I’m there? Wait, don’t answer that….
The front yard before.
The back yard before.
The front yard after.
The back yard after.
The crew.
