Do Dishes, Rake Leaves

Karen Maezen Miller

                I have a garden in my backyard, and even if you don’t call it a garden, you do too. In the fall, the broad canopy of giant sycamores in my yard turns faintly yellow and the leaves sail down. First by ones, and then by tons. A part of every autumn day finds me fuming at the sight of falling leaves. Then I pick up a rake

Tell me, while I’m sweeping leaves till kingdom come, is it getting in the way of my life? Is it interfering...