FEATURES
By Rob Kasper | November 23, 1991
I collect leaves the old fashioned way, with a rake, a barrel and a kid. The rake assembles the leaves, the barrel holds them. Then the kid jumps in and squashes them.Long ago I was a leaf squasher, but last week I worked on the other side of the barrel as a gatherer. My 6-year-old started off raking. However, once the position of squasher opened up, he tossed aside the rake and the snow shovel, which he had used to scoop up the leaves, and climbed feet-first into the barrel.As dads do, I began to give the kid instructions.
FEATURES
By Rob Kasper | October 27, 2001
WHEN THE leaves fall, I rake them. This, I recently discovered, is outmoded behavior. Raking is out; leaf manipulation is in. The classic autumnal scene of a guy in a sweater, quietly building piles of oak and maple leaves on his lawn, is passe, so "yesterday." In its place is the Technicolor image of a guy wearing thick protective ear gear, operating powerful, loud, leaf-manipulating equipment. These machines blow leaves, vacuum leaves and pulverize leaves, turning them, and sometimes their branches, into compact mulch.
NEWS
By James M. Coram and James M. Coram,Staff Writer | October 25, 1992
It was organized chaos.Grown men huffing and puffing as they pushed wheelbarrows full of mulch up a trail at Centennial Park. Small boys flailing rakes and shovels at anything in their path.One child stood apart, arms akimbo, looking disgusted."Why don't you just borrow the other fellow's rake?" an adult asked him."Watch your head!" the adult shouted. A dozen rake handles were pushed in the child's direction."My arms are tired," said one of the young rakers. "I've never seen so much mulch."
NEWS
By Jacqueline D'Alessio | August 7, 2008
Dear Machine Man, I'm the woman who lives across the wide creek in Annapolis. You already know who you are. You are the man of all things loud - the Almighty Macho Machine Man. You have never met a two-cycle engine you didn't like. "The more noise, the better" is your motto. You begin your onslaught with a little leaf-blowing at the mind-boggling hour of 7:30 a.m. Not your regular, steady ear-splitting whine, mind you. No. Instead of a constant "WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAA- AAAAAAAA," you choose the much more annoying form of a pulsing on and off: "WWWAAA" ... blessed second of silence ... "WWWAAA" ... and on and on, ad infinitum.
FEATURES
By Susan McGrath and Susan McGrath,Los Angeles Times Syndicate | December 4, 1991
It really is autumn now, and the leaves are falling from the trees. And falling . . . and falling . . . and falling.You could just let the leaves lie -- especially if your garden is a meadow, or a vegetable garden fallow in winter, or a woodland. The leaves will rot, renewing the soil in the natural cycle.If you have your average American yard, though, mostly lawn, the leaves will settle into an impenetrable papier-mache ground cover, suffocating the grass below.If you love your lawn, and it is covered with more than just a scattering of small leaves, the leaves will have to go.You have two choices: a leaf blower or a rake.
FEATURES
By Caryn Eve Murray and Caryn Eve Murray,NEWSDAY | September 22, 2007
So, your body never quite got ready for bathing suit season. Be glad for second chances: Fall yardwork has arrived. Lurking in every overstuffed gutter, stranglehold of weeds, mountain of leaves and unwinterized swimming pool may be the keys to a buffer bod. Richard Johnson of Center Moriches, N.Y., knows something about this kind of seasonal shape-up. "I have a new home, so I've been working since spring, trying to get this place presentable on the outside," he said. But Johnson, 54, is not your average hose-heaving homeowner.