Come this time of year the streets in my neighborhood begin piling up with bags of raked leaves. This morning I happened to be sipping a cup of coffee at sunrise on my front porch. From somewhere through the early fog, I heard what I thought was a garbage truck making its rounds. To my surprise, an old flat-bed backed up my dead-end street. Several kids worked silently around the truck, ghostly figures that moved easily among the discarded bags of my neighbors’ leaves, tossing them onto the flat-bed. Curious, I approached the eerie procession and asked the elderly driver what they were going to do with all the bags of leaves.
“We own a family landscaping business,” he said. “Each fall we rescue leaves from neighborhoods like this one. Then we compost the leaves over the winter and sell them as leaf mulch in the late spring and early summer.”
I fell asleep that evening thinking about leaves being “rescued” from the landfill, and dreaming, for some reason, about the Howdy Doody character Princess Winterspring Summerfall.
HEY, KIDS… WHAT TIME IS IT?
Tim says: Every once in a while I blunder into a website that yanks me back so forcefully to the past that I have to share it with someone. While researching “A Rescue of Leaves”, in which I mention the Howdy Doody character Princess Winterspring Summerfall (also known as Summer Fall Winter Spring — tale your pick), I stumbled across a web site that is sure to put a smile on anyone’s face who can still remember the fifties.