I’ve been mulling over the whole leaf-blowing craze. At first I thought it was devised simply as a way of annoying me, once the hedge-strimming season had past. But now I think there’s more to it (or less, perhaps).
Let’s look at the facts.
There are some leaves at point A.
You take a device, and you move the leaves (noisily, randomly), to point B.
How is the world a better place for that?
Why can’t we just let the leaves stay where they are, giving their very name more weight: leaves are things you should leave.
So why do they do it? Then it struck me. It’s a hobby. Men (and have you noticed that it’s always men?) like it. They have a big gadget; they appear superficially to be doing something useful. And it gets the boss off their back. “No, sorry, chief, I can’t do that other useful thing because I’ve got to blow these leaves a bit further down the pavement, see?”
So, as I said at the beginning, it’s a craze, like the hula-hoop, or those clacker things that used to break the wrists of children back in the 70s, or dogging. One can only pray it passes.