The crisp air of autumn is all around me and the happy sounds of birds in the trees singing are being
mercilessly drowned out by the neighbors on all sides of us diligently removing each and every particle of organic detritus from their gardens, their driveways, their decks, their many gas-guzzling cars and trucks. And how are they doing this? With gasoline-powered leaf blowers.
Now, gasoline is an expensive commodity and beyond that, we are staring global climate change, fueled by the overconsumption of fossil fuels and their hydrocarbon emissions. Even in my area there are lots of people per square mile and lots of people generate lots of different kinds of noise. So why is it that on any given day I can be sure I will jump out of my skin and be subjected to the cacophony of a leaf blower joining in with the screaming, unsupervised children a few houses away as well as the Harley Davidsons and huge tractor-trailer trucks barrelling down the state highway within earshot of my front yard?
So if you think about it, when Joe Neighborman fires up his little gas engine to create the concussive force necessary to move a maple leaf four and a half inches, I am listening to the equivalent of an airplane flying in the driveway next door. And I'm sure Joe doesn't wear ear protection. It must be like doing yard work on the departure runway at Logan Airport.
But Joe isn't the only one. I see these things used everywhere, especially by organized landscaping or yardwork companies. Veritable armies of workers walk around the grounds of large buildings, turning gasoline into hydrocarbons and noise.
Think about the environmental impact of this little gadget. Think about the auditory impact of it. Think about someone other than yourself for five minutes. I implore you to put away your leaf blower. Permanently.
FYI
This noise level chart is here courtesy of the American Speech-Language-Hearing-Association (ASHA)
40 dB quiet room
50 dB moderate rainfall
60 dB conversation, dishwasher
70 dB busy traffic, vacuum cleaner
80 dB alarm clock, busy street
90 dB lawnmower, shop tools, truck traffic, subway
100 dB snowmobile, chain saw, pneumatic drill
110 dB rock music, model airplane
120 dB jet plane take-off, amplified rock music at 4-6 ft., car stereo, band practice
130 dB jackhammer
140 dB firearms, air raid siren, jet engine
150 dB rock music peak


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Comments
I'm feeling 'ya from way out west. Rated Green!
Oh, and I take offense to the Harley reference. That's a different thing all together. ;-)
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and I promise I won't use the leaf blower I don't own. Stupid idea anyways, they should be sucking up the leaves, not blowing them onto the other guy's lawn.
Blow me? That's nice?
O heehaw. Ya nasty?
I though the same.
Hairy underarm?
Hairy Reid dryer?
Sniff a chain saw?
Smoke gas fumes?
cheaper than cigar?
Leaves appear gold.
I pretend that's cash.
1 + 1 bags = 3- beers.
My pubs Lady's cute.
Gold leaves 4- beers.
No Leaf-No cold beer.
No leaf-No goat milk.
Ay, creamy chocolate!
I love raw moo milker!
No leave and no blows!
Watch gold leaf shimmer!
What a silly gadget to use!
Why smell like gas motor!
I have a rake. But, then, I don't use it.
Take my wife.... please. Not my blower.. get it?
Michael, I mention Harleys because from where I sit on spring and summer (and some fall) days it's easy to know what kinds of bikes are on their way to Laconia. H-D's do have their own throaty signature which isn't all that unpleasant but is, you've gotta admit it, loud.
I thought you were my friend, Rich!
Susanne, I experienced exactly that in Boston. It's not as bad here, but one expects the setting to be a bit more bucolic in New Hampshire. Good on you for protesting to the landlord and taking on the responsibility yourselves!
Debbs, you noticed they didn't put us on the chart, right? Thanks for not using one. And for coming by for a while this morning.
Art, you have described the situation all in a nutshell. Nice to see you this morning.
Pilgrim, it's a little like Tom Sawyer. You take the rake outside a push leaves around a little and brag to people how much fun it is and then they take over. At least it's like that in my head.
Do I get it, davyboy? In the words of Art James, "Huh? Ya nasty?"
I can honestly say I've never used a leaf blower. My husband generally does the yard work. So, unless I'm willing to come out and help, I can't very well begrudge his use of the leaf blower.
But, yeah, I hate them too.
Good piece and great point.
This was a very cool read
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ladyfarmer, the silence here is never silent. There's always something to hear whether it's the birds at noon or the high-riding full moon illuminating the clouds at midnight. Those sounds are always better without the mechanical clattering accompaniment.
mical I'm convinced that I still hear speaker whine left over from the 70's. Thanks for reading and I'm glad you liked it!
Owl, that sounds like heaven to me. Here when I go out in my back yard I'm in a forested area and it's like walking on a mattress because there are so many pine needles on the ground. I keep thinking I should "clean it up" but it wouldn't be as relaxed.
I envisioned a night game, with a rink lined by running SUVs for lighting, while the crowd drank coffee from disposable cups. The classic Canadian winter scene.
They are supposedly outlawed here except for in the fall, which is a bit of an improvement, but the gardeners at my condo haven't gotten read the rules yet.
I imagine Joe drives to the gym too. Sheesh.
Janie, I almost fell out of my chair at that one. Next someone with come up with a version of curling that uses vacuum cleaners instead of brooms. And those coffee cups? I see people frequently with iced coffee in a PETE plastic cup that's surrounded by a big Styrofoam cup as well so they don't chill their fabulous pinkies.
And I'm sure that Joe drives EVERYWHERE. I especially like being splashed with a big ole slush shower when he zoops past me on his way to the neighborhood store TWO BLOCKS AWAY to get more beers.
and the volume? you were YELLING at the person across the table, and they couldnt hear you. what is the point of that? i dont get it.
i guess i am officially old, but thats ok with me.
I still don't get it.
Rated and appreciated.
Verbal, thanks. I went out this noon and asked the guy who was in my yard blowing leaves (I contracted with him to do yard work, but not this way) to not move them in my yard with a leaf blower. He was happy to stop but then move on to the yard next door. Unbelieveable!
Dove, that's the stuff of memories your grandsons will have the rest of their lives. Much more memorable than those blow hard machines.