This time of year, blowing leaves seems to be a never-ending task.  I live on four wooded acres.  I spend more time blowing leaves in the Fall than cutting grass throughout the growing season. “Blow leaves” is one of the items on the to-do list my wife wrote out for me today. I’ve been a homeowner long enough to know to blow the leaves, cut the grass, and clean the gutters. All of which can be drudgery.  I’ve discovered, however, that when my wife writes these activities on a to-do list, they take on a new significance.  I’m doing them for another person.  I am doing them out of love.  With love…