I picked up the largest Red Oak leaf I've ever found and preserved it. I remembered that, as a child, we saved leaves by ironing between two sheets of wax paper, something Jim said he'd never heard of. So, I gave it a whirl and it worked like a charm.
Here is another photo of the leaf with a tube of lip balm for perspective.
Jim raked and I hauled more than a dozen loads to the garden and the compost pile. The garlic, strawberries, asparagus, and irises are now mulched. The gutters are clean and (we hope) the roof has been fixed. The snow shovels and roof rake are staged and I've filled the suet feeder (I'm watching a Downy Woodpecker on it as I write).
Today, I've polished my work boots and tucked these away until next year. Perhaps I care for my work boots as the child of an Army man or maybe it is from my roots as a grandchild of farmers and ranchers.