Raking

For the first time in my life today I raked and bagged leaves. That's
a nice thing about having grown up in the country, where you have your
own land and nobody can see it from the road: nobody can tell you what
you can and can't do with it and nobody can tell you how to keep your
yard. You can rake if you want, and you can not if you want. Suburban
life is lame.