"The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
"And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
"He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
"and hide his head under his wing, poor thing."
So goes a 500-year-old, English nursery rhyme.
This summer has been unusally wet, which -- in turn -- caused the trees to be in full leaf.
Very pretty. Very restful the sound of the rustling leaves. Until they started falling to the ground a couple of days ago. With the rain and the wind, it was more of a leaf avalanche than a leaf fall.
Immediately after the leaf pick-up truck made its first stop at our house and went on its way, the leaves continued to fall. Within an hour, it appeared all our raking had been for naught.
But then came the winds. Lucky for us, most of the winds picked up the leaves and deposited them on other properties. Much as many other leaves came to rest on our lawn.
We'll be out raking for the next couple of weeks, trying to keep ahead of the leaf pick-up truck and the winds blowing around our house.
The North wind doth blow -- but not far enough.
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