In 2000 we moved from an apartment with no lawn responsibilities to our current lake house with a naïve perception of what lawn care entailed. The house sits one hundred and fifty feet above the lake at a steady incline. So steady that if you walk up to the house from the dock you’re out of breath. In a previous post, Satan Zero Us One, I wrote about the challenges of mowing this lawn but all of that pales in comparison to leaf season. Just after the spring flowers pass and the trees are ripe with bright green leaves I pause and remind myself that this is the longest point in time when we can enjoy the benefit of the leafy trees and not have to think about raking. Leaf raking season lasts from the middle of October until the first week in December and no matter how much you rake and bag more leaves always seem to fall. One year we completed our leaf work on Christmas Eve.
That first autumn, the task began brightly as we piled into the station wagon and headed down to our then local hardware store to buy rakes.
“Oh, they’re so cute,” I cooed as I plopped two shrub rakes down next to the regular size rakes. I imagined our two young children heartily joining in the chore.
Ready to pay, Rob lifted a galvanized garbage can patterned with holes onto the counter.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Leaf burner,” the gruff hardware lady said, in a matter of fact tone that didn’t illicit any more comments from me. “Don’t forget to get a permit,” she added.
Dear reader, I know what you’re thinking. Leaf burning? Isn’t that illegal? Most places yes, but in lawless Putnam County it was legal and encouraged. Having a permit meant that we simply called the local sheriff and informed him we were commencing with a leaf burn and then called him back again when we had completed the task. I’m not sure what the phone call did to protect the town from a raging wildfire.
Rob’s idea was to rake all the leaves into the burn can, throw in a match or two and sit back while the fire did all the work. This plan lacked some basic considerations. All the leaves still had to be raked into a central location to be close enough to pile into the burner which was the same amount of raking it would take if we stuffed all the leaves into paper leaf bags. The only time saver was hauling the bags up to the curb. Our burn can was only twenty-five gallons which was equivalent to less than one packed paper leaf bag.
The shrub rakes became swords until one was lost under a pile of leaves my seven-year-old daughter spent the day playing in. Our son Jackson raked just enough to stick around and watch the miracle of leaf burning. It was a concept he had never thought about until that morning. Which meant I raked masses of leaves down hill to the burn site while Rob supervised the entire burn operation. The way he saw it, he would start burning leaves as fast as they arrived. After we had accumulated an enormous pile, but really a fraction of the sum total, the three of us peered into the can with holes.
“Why aren’t they burning?” Jackson asked.
Rob had already worked his way through half a box of large kitchen matches. “I need a stick so I can stir them. They need air.”
“Isn’t that what the holes are for?” I said.
“Don’t talk. Just find a stick, a long stick.”
Whenever Rob says, “Don’t talk,” you can be pretty sure he doesn’t have a clue about what he’s doing. Nevertheless a stick was procured and Rob stirred and stirred his smoldering cauldron as he continued to drop in lit matches.
“Maybe we need newspaper to get it going.” I suggested.
“I’m not even going to point out how idiotic that sounds.”
“You just did.”
Eventually he ditched the stick in favor of a shovel and started to turn the leaves over. After about an hour of this method the only fire he managed to generate was a few singed leaves and a heavy aroma of smoke on his clothes. At this point Rob declared it was time to really get this leaf burning going “Mario” style. Mario was Rob’s father, who believed that a little gasoline or naphtha could cure just about any predicament, including lighting a household barbeque or killing weeds. Rob went to fetch the gas can. “Now stand back,” he warned as he poured in a splash of gas. We all took one baby step back. He folded the mixture up with his shovel and tossed in a lit match.
What happened next is the stuff legends are made of. The instant the lit match hit the inside of the can a homegrown mushroom cloud explosion erupted upward about ten yards, knocking the four of us off our feet and onto our rear ends. The sound was so deafening it caused our ears to ring and it was several seconds before we even knew what had happened in order to react to the now blazing fire streaming out from the top of the burn can and out through each hole. Rob shook himself off, jumped to his feet and began to control the blaze with the small garden shovel. You could tell he had been raised to think fast in the event of a self-made disaster. Mario would have been proud. In the end the gas did the trick and Rob and Jackson happily burned leaves until dinner.
I know we’re lucky we all lived and the house didn’t burn down and it makes sense the county eventually outlawed the practice in 2010 but I look at this picture and I can’t help but feel nostalgic for that day.
The following year we purchased a leaf blower. The things we give up in the name of progress.
5 thoughts on “MOLOTOV COCKTAIL MIXED WITH LEAVES or LEAF BOMB”
This is truly the stuff that legends are made of!! Very enjoyable reading, Phoebe.
i was up at 5:30 Sunday morning and thought I should check my emails as one would expect. I read your blog and am having trouble typing this since I can’t stop laughing. The leaf blower is in big use on our tree filled lot too. The whole scene is truly memorable and humorous. Great pics too. Thank you for writing this. keep it up. Love Susan
Remember it like it was yesterday. When the neighbors would burn leaves it would waft towards the house and if the windows were open, you would be engulfed in smoke.Good times…
Phoebe, Chris and I are in Hawaii with my extended family, we took the liberty of reading this piece to them at the breakfast table, some are still catching their breath from laughing so much, this is a favorite for us. Hugs!
Nicely written and we so enjoy your blog!!