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If you're wandering the town streets on a Saturday afternoon, make sure you have your smoke masks ready because Saturday is clean-up day for most people, and that invariably means cleaning the yard and 'smoking' that pile of leaves.
There are many different approaches to burning leaves, although some may suggest that
a good compost is waiting for all those leaves in Tonga. Most strategies for burning
your leaves involves setting aside strategic locations around the property that leaves
can be swept to, for late pick up to put with all the other trash that is to be burned
that afternoon. Of course, some of you who have been involved in this particular weekly
ritual will of course have gone through the tempation of just piling it where it is
and putting a flame to it. Thereby ensuring that mum gets to see a nice black spot
in the middle of his lawn and your bum visiting a black spot as well.
The only downside with composting, is those darn chickens get keep getting over the fence and spraying the leaves all over the place. We have thus far discovered a solution for the pigs, keeping the gates closed, but are still working on the chook problem.
A slingshot might seem biblical, but the stupid birds don't seem to know that you don't want them in the yard. Or, maybe they can't understand what we're doing in their yard?
Saturday is clean up day. To follow protocol, wait your rubbish burning until the evening, and if possible delay it until your neighbour has picked their washing off the line. Namu 'ohu afi clothing is a horrible thing to visit on a child. Of course there are the careless neighbours who think that you can burn any time of day, and to those you can set the garden hose (no, that is just a joke) or kindly ask someone with a little more intelligence in their household that YOUR CLOTHES ARE STILL ON THE LINE. Funnily enough, when it comes to understanding the delicate nature of neighbourhoods I have found the matriarch more accommodating that the young. Ask grandma, she usually has a few more marbles up there when it comes to these things.
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