Lovely sunny weather in Stratford, and I actually did some yard work.
Not on my own initiative, of course — that’s so not me. But last night, just before full dark, a small boy knocked at my door and offered to rake my leaves for a dollar. With four huge maples and a birch on the property, my raking requirements are worth way more than a dollar, so this offer was the lowest low-ball bid in history. But the young lad had a very determined look about him, so I told him to come back in daylight, and I would pay him ten bucks.
At two o’clock, there he was again.
So we worked together and got the job done in about an hour and a half. My back does not tolerate much stooping, so my new friend did most of the scooping up of leaves off the ground and packing them into yard waste bags. He earned his ten bucks.
His name is Logan, he’s nine years old, and he lives across the street. He needs money to fix the rear brake on his beloved bike. I expect to see him again when the trees have dumped more of their leaves — they’ve only just started.