Like everyone else, I was seduced by the balmy air, blue skies, sunshine, bird song and all the other signs of Spring early this week.
I forgot I had edits due, blogs to write, projects to complete. Instead I succumbed completely to what is called “yard work.”
I haven’t done much yard work in the last twenty or so years, but lately I’ve been drawn back to it. There is something very satisfying in seeing a neatly-mown yard and weed-free flower plots. Well, we don’t have a flower plot any more because frankly, I only weeded once or twice a summer when I couldn’t tell where the weeds started and the flowers began. Which is why we gave up and planted grass.
Now grass I can understand. Unless you have Japanese garden and spend your days raking little stones, you have grass. And an unmowed yard annoys me about as much as a basket filled with clean clothes waiting to be ironed. And yes, I like to iron too. Great way to let your mind drift and work on a plot curve or character arc.
So, I decided it would be a good time to get at the yard. Not that we have grass yet, but there are spiky clumps of some purple weed and colonies of wild garlic and other stuff rearing up their heads and practically begging to have them lopped off.
The lawn mower didn’t start. Jim declared it was a goner and we headed out to purchase the new one we had been meaning to get for three years now, except the old one wouldn’t quite die. Now that it had failed to respond to heroic resuscitation measures, we felt justified in the purchase.
While Jim looked at mowers, I admired, tried on, and bought a pair of garden boots. I plan to tuck my jeans into them to foil the fire ants that always manage to bite my ankles.
We went home and put the machine together. It took a few tries and much perusing of the manual, but we got ‘er started and I went to work.
Mowing doesn’t just satisfy some need inside me, it is also great exercise. Better than Tai Chi or walking or even the gym. And it accomplishes something at the same time. I get fit, the yard gets a trim, and my mind gets to run free and dream up stories.
Or to plan my next blog.