The spouse and I were cleaning up the driveway today; it's acquired the leaves of...well, of the entire season, at this point, and thus had gotten a leaf cover deep enough that the dog, who is admittedly short in the legs, looks like he's swimming when he walks through it. It was time to go.

Some amount of horrific labor later (hey, I'm a wimp, I make no bones about it), we were staring grimly at a line of bags of leaves. "We could...put them somewhere," I said, "and hope it doesn't rain until next Friday when the trash pickup comes around."

hope it doesn't rain until next Friday was accompanied by giant gray clouds, at this point.

This is when a truck pulled up by the curb with a whole open trailer of leaf bags in the back, and a man hopped out. He explained that he would, in fact, be delighted to take all the leaf bags off our hands, and compost them. Right then! He'd just carry them into the truck! And be around again next Monday, if we had any more ready by then!

Happiness, I have decided, is an unexpected composter showing up right when they're needed. Thank you, compost-happy stranger! We will have more leaf bags for you on Monday, and may all your compost be merry this season!
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