Who has not, as a Davis bicyclist, dodged sharp yard-waste objects in the bike lane, or swerved into the traffic lane because yard waste has entirely taken over the bike lane?
Alas, there is more to the story. I rake my leaves into neat piles on the street. The neighbors rake or blow their leaves, or their gardeners do, until there are tidy mounds all along the street. The people who like to park on the street do so, running over the piles of leaves as they enter or exit their parking spaces. The piles are flattened, the leaves scattered. The wind blows.
I rake my leaves. I’m probably raking the neighbors’ leaves, as they are mine. We make tidy piles of leaves along the street. The people who like to park on the street do so. The piles are flattened and the leaves scattered. A Davis wind blows in. And, yes, it starts all over again.
It’s the story of Sisyphus, with leaves instead of a rock. But we, here in Davis, last I heard, are not supposed to reside where Sisyphus does. Currently, though, we seem to be, as we wait to be rescued from our endless labors by DWR’s little loader and truck schedule coinciding with our fresh piling of leaves. However, we could be spared the burden of our many person-hours of lost time by the simple presence of yard-waste bins.