You will not look at leaves the same

With fall here, that means one thing, fallen leaves.   Oh and pumpkin spice lattes of course!

I hope that after reading this you will not look at leaves the same again. I many of us see leaves and just see one thing, an extra chore. You have to rake or blow them, then bag them and set them by the curve. On the other hand, if you are somewhere that allows it, piling them together then burning them. Either way they must be removed from the ground.

Here are a few ideas and ways to utilize those piles of leaves. After this, they will no longer look like piles of burdens.

Turn those Leaves into Mulchth5AEYYLTT

Have you ever consider it? Instead of burning or bagging, those leaves mulch it up. It is not only aseptically pleasing but environmentally friendly as well. Place the mulch around your flowerbed and shrubs as it starts to decompose over time it will serve as a fertilizer as well. The mild is also great for planting new bulbs and plants. For those who have a compost pile or one of those compost drums just add the mulch to it, when spring comes and you are preparing your yard for planting a little bit of the compost around.

Some of the best fertilizer that your money did not have to buy.

Use leaves in your fall décor

Use the leaves you have around your home as decorations. Nothing says fall like brown, gold, orange, and red leaves. First project is to create a wreath from dried leaves. A lovely round leaf wreath will be welcoming and warm to any entryway. Another option is something that can be done with the kids. Gather leaves, some glue, and make fall shadow boxes. This will be a wonderful addition to the leaf wreath. Bring the great fall outdoors indoors. After completely the shadow boxes place them throughout your home, the ambience they will create will make you the envy of the block. If you know what I mean.

Just a little warning before completely these projects or any project where you bring outdoor items indoors make sure you properly clean the items. Before starting the wreath or shadow box, wash the leaves in warm water to remove any dirt or bugs. Then allow them to dry out. I usually place them close to a heat vent, to speed up the drying time.

Another idea for fall fun décor is to create a leaf-filled scarecrow. Most scarecrows are made from straw or hay, but you ever consider using the leaves that have into your yard? Check out the closets in your home or a thrift store for old jeans and flannel shirt. Make sure to knot the end of each pant leg and the shirt’s cuff. Then fill. Place around the yard for a beautiful and creative fall touch.

When those leaves start to fall, do not look at them with dismay. Turn that chore into a project that you will enjoy the entire season.

If these ideas still do not move you then you may want to consider tree removal. Not for all the trees in your yard of course, but remove a few to open up the yard. Then you can add a plays cape for the kids or maybe a built in fire pit with custom seating.

My day in court

thM44AJVQ7About a month ago, I was on my way to work, early Sunday morning. It is true I am a workaholic. What can I say I love my job? As I was saying I was on my way into work and driving, singing along to my favorite nineties r&b playlist. When I received a phone call from my mother. She called to see if I would stop by today, her just so happen to be making my favorite dish and dessert. If I can find the free time I should stop by dinner. I love lasagna, especially my mom’s lasagna. It so delicious and she only makes it like once every two years, literally. She very health conscious my mother, normally she eats some super healthy concoction of nuts, fruits, veggies and every occasionally small portion of protein. Of course, I said yes to dinner with my family.

As I hang up with my mother, I noticed swirling lights in the rear view mirror. Being the great motorist I am, I slowly pull over patiently waiting the police officer to pass on by me. To my surprise, he pulls right behind me and proceeds to get out of his car. I do not know what it is about being pulled over by a cop but I immediately start sweating under my arms, shaking my leg, and analyze my every move while driving. It is such a nerve-wrecking ordeal.

The police officer writes me a ticket for distracting driving. My taking that call for my mother cost me a ticket priced at one and seventy dollars! Yes, that is right. I was so irritated and bummed out I decided to divert my path and go straight to my parents’ house. There is nothing like a day full of family fun to improve on a bad a day. What can I say; my mom has the magic touch.

Now fast forward it is a month and a half from that day, my court date. This is what I am trying to get to; this court date was like no other. After I passed through secruity I checked out the bulletin to see which judge I will see, thereafter I make my way to the courtroom. After about an hour of waiting, the judge finally arrives. He calls out a list of names along with their offence and ask each person that he calls to please stand.

After he called my name, I stood anticipating what he is going to say. I have no idea what to expect. The last time I had a ticket I was seventeen years old and I simply sent them a money order. No court, no appearance before a judge. Easy, breezy. I wish I could have done the same thing with this ticket. Unfortunately, it required me making a physical appearance. Maybe I might get lucky and have the whole thing thrown out.

Well, my ticket was dismissed, kind of. After the judge finished calling out his list of names. He continued with all of us were facing traffic and misdemeanor charges, varying in specifics but all pretty petty. He gave us all a choice. Well, three choices really. One each of the defendants in the courtroom can walk outside to the clerk’s office and pay the fine. Two, take a walk outside to the blood drive and donate blood. Upon donating bringing the form back stating that we indeed did donate and our fines and tickets will be thrown out. The last option is to refuse the two and go to jail.

After some consideration, I decided to just pay the ticket. Mostly because I felt that type of ultimatum has no place in a courtroom and court procedures.   Lucky for me I have the money to do so but I am sure many people were relieved to have an option out but it just seem like an overstep by the judge to enforce such a thing upon everyone. If I did not have a business to run, I would have refused both and chosed to go to jail. Just to make a point.

A Girl’s Life

Well, Michael and I have been discussing that we need to share some personal moments on the website.  Since I loss the coin toss here is my first go at it.  Its a vivid memory from my teenage years…


It just so happen I was on winter break from school. My mother and I had a date for the day. Every once in a while we would spend the day together just the two of us. Usually we would go shopping, to the salon and have our hair done, lunch, and just enjoy time together. That day was not too much different. We woke up early that Saturday and set out for the mall. We spent half the day shopping and browsing. Then we went to my mother’s stylist, had our hair blown out, and curled, stop at Clare’s on the Water for lunch, and then we ended up at the library. I am an avid reader and my mom loves reading her magazines in the peace.

I was browsing through the young adult section, I had already selected three books and was debating between two. While deep in thought considering which one those books will go home with me, I overheard whispering. The whispers grew louder along with footsteps. From around a bookshelf three girls appeared. Each look as if they were the same age as I was, around thirteen give or take a year or two. Two of the girls were poking and pulling the other girl’s hair. As they came, closer I could hear what they were saying to the other girl. Those two other girls were using language my mother would wring my neck if she caught me using such words. Cussing and calling the other girl racial slurs.

I could see the tears streaming beyond her glasses down her face. She was flushed, her fist were clenched, her head was down low, and she looked as if she was trapped without any hope of being save. My parents had always preached that I am a leader that I am not to follow behind anyone especially someone that is doing something wrong. If I see a wrong or someone in need of help then I must intervene and at least try. Realizing if, I did nothing who knows how far these two girls will go bullying this other girl.

Quietly at first, I told them to stop. When it seem that they had not heard me, I said it louder. All three girls stopped and looked at me. Then the two bullies started towards me. Remarking how much they were going to hurt me and calling me names. I was not expecting them to respond in such a way to me. I am not really, what I expected but that was not it. One of the girls knocked my books out of my hands, again I told them to stop.

I should mention here that since I was three years old my father has had me enrolled in a self-defense and karate classes. I knew I could handle myself with these two girls; I just do not like to fight. In fact, I hate confrontation.   When the one on the left was, close enough she struck me in the face, as soon as she did that I struck back, in less than ten minutes I had subdued and had both girls pinned to the ground, I told the other girl to get an adult. After everything was explained and we were able to leave with our parents, I realized that immediately I would not sit back idle while others are bullied and harassed. From that moment on, I have been fighting.