Insane wife
If you asked Kris, he would tell you his wife is insane. I doubt he'd be that succinct, but he'd smirk, hem and haw, and then maybe admit that yes, his wife is crazy. Definitely insane.
Ask him why today, and he'd probably mention how, well, she made him rake a neighbor's yard.
Our yard has lots of greens, but not a lot of browns. If you want to make good compost in a hurry, an even mixture of greens and browns (and enough water) is a good start. Since we have no trees, I've been eying various neighbors' yards for the most leaves in the smallest areas. Density is key here, as I didn't want to wander around the neighborhood for a few leaves. Ease is the key word.
So, this weekend, late in an afternoon, I somehow (how? I don't know. I'm insane, remember?) managed to convince him to help me rake up the neighbor's leaves. When we arrived with a rake in hand, the neighbors (who had, indeed, giving me permission to rake their leaves, so we weren't trespassing) were surprised. Oh, hey, we were showing up to rake the leaves. Their neighbors were even more surprised. "Hey, wait, what? You're raking their leaves? You can have any of our leaves any time, if you'd like."
We managed four regular black garbage bags full of leaves, and another two leaf bags full. Those leaf bags are awesome, probably twice as big as the regular trash bags. We left probably about a third of the leaves remaining in the neighbor's yard, though. We probably could have picked them up, too, as three bags immediately went into the compost bin.