I came home at lunch today, late in the afternoon. I hadn't been home long when I heard a loud banging on the side of the house. I went out to discover the maintenance man raising a ladder to the roof.
I greeted him and asked what he was up to today. He informed me that with the maples dropping their seed pods, the gutters were getting clogged and that this was the last one to be cleaned out. I thanked him for his efforts and went back inside to see about lunch.
I left the sliding glass door open, but closed the screen, to let fresh air in, but also to keep an ear out as he was working on the roof... just in case. I quickly had to close the glass door though as hundreds of whirly-gigs fell from above, along with dust and whatever else had been settled into the gutters.
He couldn't have known how much care I took in cleaning out my beds the day before, or in sweeping, not just the patio, but even the stones of my garden. I was a bit alarmed, but thankful, when he entered the back gate and with a leaf blower, cleared the majority of the gutter mess from my steps and patio.
Note to self: next year, get a smaller gauge netting with which to cover the beds... but in any case, count on the invasion of the whirly-gigs!
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