I’m trying not to feel needy after reading the latest “leave the leaves” wisdom in a very good article by Margaret Roach (gift link) that ran in the NYTimes last week. No, I am not arguing with one bit of the advice –  backed up by serious research – about the importance of doing this and the various ways it should be done. Including this: No shredding, please! In this article, shredding is just as bad as raking in terms of the insect life that is lost. While it may keep leaves out of the landfill, I can see where it wouldn’t protect habitat.

It’s just that not one thing in the article is applicable to my garden. I do not have a largish, suburban or rural domestic landscape. Actually, that  pretty much leaves me out of almost everything that most garden columnists – those that remain in this pitifully shrinking field – describe and advise.

The fact that I have no turfgrass, which is supposed to be kind of a good thing, is actually a detriment when it comes to leaves. Leaves are much easier to move around when you have a big lawn and shoving a bunch of leaves under a tree for the winter sounds like a fine idea. If you have that situation.

In terms of leaves, the advice to the urban gardener would need to be: don’t have a garden. Give up whatever green space you do have to the street trees that are about to dump 25 bags worth of leaves all over your property. Allow your perennials and emerging bulbs to be smothered by thick maple and cherry leaves that take years to break down. 

The advice in Roach’s article is based on this two-year study by Maryland scientists: “To examine how autumn leaf removal affected the spring emergence of overwintering insects and other key arthropods, they established square-meter-sized study plots in 20 residential yards in suburban Maryland, whose owners followed organic management practices.”

Right. The fact that the word “yards” is used says it all. I do not have a yard. I have never had a yard. And there’s no mention of anything these homeowners might be doing with their “yards” other than making a nice home for leaves. 

The concern is all for the insect life, not the gardeners, which I appreciate and, on paper, agree with.

But it’s kind of like I’m viewing a reality show that has nothing to do with me. Maybe when I stop gardening, but by then I’ll probably be in a patio home with a leaf-blower-loving HOA.