First Pass at Raking
I took a little time and filled seven 50-gallon bags with leaves, and I don't have a tree on my yard.
I take that back. There is a little tree in the back yard. It's just barely taller than the house, but it hasn't dropped 2/3 of its leaves yet. My neighbor to the North has two giant trees, and I'm certain 2/3 of their leaves fall in my yard.
In the back is an enormous oak or elm tree (I'm no botanist, and my Boy Scout skills are waning fast) that, thankfully, largely dumps its load on the alley, which I think the city sweeps, 'cause those leaves don't get raked by me... Maybe the other neighbors do. The leaves it drops into my back yard, however, filled four bags; 200-gallons of leaves squished as much as I dared without bursting the bags.
Surprizingly, the 60-year old Silver Maple in the front yard only filled the other three bags. Of course, it holds most of its leaves until after the first snow. Our front yard isn't nearly as large as the back yard, and with the leaf contributions limited to this one lazy tree, it's still a goodly amount.