My neighbour just raked my lawn.
I have this big tree out the front, and come summer, it sheds bark. Leave it for a day and there's bark on the lawn. After about a week you mow the lawn and the bark. Maybe it's not the best solution, but it's the one I have, and it's clean enough, and overall, I don't really give a shit. Some people go crazy over this kind of stuff, but me, I recognise the tree needs to shed its bark, and the tree and me and the yard, we all recognise that I don't honestly care about if some random driving in my street sees bark. Maybe they'll think, hey, that big gum tree is shedding bark; who knows. But tomorrow, my neighbour must be having a Persian Prince and Princess for lunch, because she, and her mother--an elderly woman who has never spoken to me--and her daughter--a teenage girl who, also, has never spoken to me--are out there raking it. Have, in fact, raked it. They are pushing a pile of leaves out of the gutter and into the drain pipe as I write this.
Until recently, my neighbours never spoke to me. Now, however, they know I teach, write, and have a doctorate. When I told them the last, they shook my hand, like it was some thing to be proud of. I only mentioned it because they have a teenage daughter, and I figured I might pick up some easy work one day.
Apparently, though, it also means my lawn gets raked.