Enough leaves finally dropped last week for me to step out on a now-rare dry day to rake them up. After about 20 minutes of work I took the Q out for an interval-movie of me raking the yard. Forty-five minutes, 45 frames. First the beer died, then the rake - the camera expired next then the leaves, leaving me the last one standing. Victory is mine!
The muscles expired soon after.. and ten days later a fresh coating of the last local leaves waited their turn.