Autumn, in the eye of the romantic, might be the most beautiful season. However, for a more practical person, one who also has a garden, as beautiful as this season may be, it also brings one big problem: the leaves clean up.
“The trees’ gay leaves are turned brown,
By every little wind undress’d;
And as they flap and whistle down,
We see the birds’ deserted nest.”
(John Clare, 1821)