I once had a Chinese student who said in one of her numerous cutting jabs at
American culture that the most useless thing she had seen (and there were many
she had noticed while here) was this noisy funny thing that blew leaves
everywhere like the wind with the operator expecting their load to miraculously
land in a neat little pile at the corner of the yard.
Sunny Saturday morning. Birds singsing.
My ears ring, purlse of the sweet birds numbed, my
morning shattered by my overweight neighbor’s useless weed eater. Like a wind machine he propels leaves
and scatters debris in every direction before he finally half-way confines them
to a spread out pile. But oh,
there are still lots left.
to sticks. Stuck
under objects, where the blower cannot penetrate like the old fashioned rake
once did. What a worthless,
inefficient, waste of fossil fuel tool.
to stand in one place he – neighbor waves the blower like a
magic want, no expending of physical energy here. Driving leaves from one side of the yard ever so slowly to
the ditch out gront and leaving a long tail of obstinate leaves in his wake.