To Rake or Not to Rake

It's seventeen degrees out there, and windy. I was hoping this wind, which has been constant for several days, would strip the remaining leaves from the beautiful, but obstinate, maple that adorns our front yard. I was further hoping it would continue its work, and blow every last leaf across the street, or into the neighbors' yards. No such luck, we've still got some stubborn (green!) hangers-on. I think we may be picking them out of the snow... if they ever decide to fall.