We have a small back yard. In it, stands a giant California live oak. It's a really awesome tree. So awesome that it drops leaves and acorns and other garbage year round. When we finally get around to sweeping the deck, it is covered again in 24-48 hours. It's so much fun.
Sarcasm aside, we also live in a house with no air conditioning, and the tree provides valuable shade to the entire house (except the master bedroom, of course) and for that, I am truly thankful during the summer months.
Finally, we have a teenager. Teenagers always seem to want money. I am not made of it. I learned at an early age that if you wanted money, you got to earn it.
Money doesn't grow on trees. But the irony of the rest of the story is not lost on me.
Mia asked this evening what she could do to make 40 bucks so that she could buy a sweatshirt. I smiled, and told her what she could do. Sara was impressed with how quickly I came up with the chore. I had been waiting for this moment, and I was prepared.
The small parts of our yard not covered by the deck are instead layered with oak tree droppings, probably 8 inches deep. And after this weekend, they will be all gone, and Mia will have her 40 bucks.