For good reasons I won't go into here, I am living in town in a big house with a largish yard. I spent a couple hours this afternoon, and have mulched most of the last of the leaves into the lawn, except 4 more tarp loads into the compost, put away the summer furniture, planted another 50 garlics, sorted the last buckets of daffodil bulbs. (All the big ones are already planted.) I'm still eating greens and such from the "garden" I tucked between bushes and perennials. The fellow next door was mulching leaves into a mower with a bagger, then dumping on a tarp, then hauling to roadside. (The town picks up and mulches.) No garden; a few old maple trees; no plantings except three tiny rosebushes out front. And he was WHINING out loud the whole time. Like I would be impressed?? Nope. The amount of time it took to "clean up" this place is about what I used to spend every two/three days out in the country, just to keep up.