When I lived in the east we raked leaves in the fall. Especially when I lived in Fredonia, New York, we raked a small yard full of piles and piles of leaves. We raked leaves to clear the yard so they wouldn't mold and muck up the yard under the winter snows.
In the western mountains where I live now (and mountains is the operative word), we lay down chips and rake them to cover up the dirt so that when the snow melts in the spring, it won't muck up the drive and wash the dirt away.
The view is a bit different than the street in front of the house.
Dean brings up a load of chips.
Lays it down.
Spreads it out just a bit and the cycle begins again. I rake while he goes down and brings up another load. Saturday afternoon in the mountains.
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