Leaves

Autumn leaves, heaven on trees but hell on the ground, particularly on the lawn and hard-standing at the front of the house to where, despite there being no trees within 30 yards, the sheddings of half the village are carried by the prevailing winds and dumped in sculpted swirls and heaps; a couple of hours of repeated raking, sweeping, bagging and compressing eventually exposes the grass and block paving, at least until the next windy day deposits another harvest.