When we lived in Taiwan, I absolutely despised leaf blowers. We lived in the Science Park, surrounded by trees, and the Park administration, being the efficient managers they were, equipped their army of groundskeepers with blowers and sent them out to create a constant racket—all year round.
Now, here I am with just one fan rake, staring at a lawn covered in leaves. I spent 90 minutes earlier this week trying to clear it, barely making a dent.
Then the owner of the neighboring Airbnb arrived and had his lawn blown clean in 10 minutes. I might just be a convert.