The sun only came out late this afternoon, so the oak leaves have remained too wet to rake up. The fruitless mulberry tree has begun shedding as well, and its huge leaves take even longer to dry than do the smaller leaves of the oaks. There might be another storm before they dry enough to be cleared away. I could rake them while they are wet, of course, but that condition makes them extremely unpleasant to deal with. I guess I'll let them rot a while yet.
The feral cats had oak leaf tea to drink today. I was kept so busy that I didn't have time to change the water in their big bowl, and several oak leaves had fallen into it. The leaves are actually a pretty sight floating in the water, surrounded by reflected sky, and I suppose it won't hurt the cats to get a bit of oak in their diet. It certainly doesn't hurt the squirrels.
I forgot to mention yesterday that my dad turned 100. He didn't do much for his birthday but nap. If I were to survive that long I'd probably want to do nothing but nap either. In fact I wouldn't mind a nap right now.