You’ve cleaned your house, or completed all your laundry, or washed all your dishes. You feel good about that, real good. You look around, and then realize the rest of the house is a mess.
Or, let’s say you’ve done any of these tasks, felt good, and then thirteen minutes later, a sock appears on your clean floor with a patch of dirt, or a dish, a saute pans, and several cups appear, or you wash three dogs and the mountain of dirty clothes reappears.
Kinda’, that’s how I’m feeling about the yard.
Yesterday was a frenzy of work, I repaved the second walk, which needed more work because it seemed like all the areas where my mom and repaved needed re-digging. Unfortunately, I did such a good job (in my own mind) on the second walk, that I needed to improve the first one. Which really wasn’t fun. The best neighbors on the planet let me have some of their sand from a deck-building project, which I used for the walk, then I borrowed two of their yard bins and picked up the last two piles of yard-crud.
Yeah, big accomplishments, to have taken out a huge amount of pavers and blocks and rocks; to have raked a substantial yardfull of long pine needles and years of ick and sticks; to have re-paved bricks…. And yet, now that it’s done I look around and think, gah. I need to weed many areas, make a sort of dry creek of pebbles under the gutter-of-much-water in the back, cut down and dab killer on areas of volunteer lilacs and plums in a space that might become grass in the back, *we* need to top the two tallest trees back there, our screw maple and a really pretty pine (almost primordial in its draping foliage), and more, I’m sure… much much more. I’d like to make sense of my mom’s mini-rock monuments, would like to add some plantings (to include a salvaged bit of lilac from the old house as well as two clumps of poppies from the old house…)
breathing, now…
…the big trouble with getting anything “done” is, it never stays that way. But I guess, that keeps things fun?
