“Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world.”
I have been mulling this one over for a bit (see Saturday's post), and it's become more obvious as the spring has progressed... our yard is my Common Miracle. Not just this week, but every week so far this spring, it seems.
I guess, more to the point, the real miracle is my attitude toward the yard, yardwork and all things weed/grass/dirt/plant related. I am loving it. All of it. Even the stuff I don't particularly enjoy, like mowing the weedy pasture space outside the yard proper, sneezing 65 times and displacing poor little groundhog babies; even that chore feels good.
But there really is so much good stuff, it makes the dirt mowing easy (easier) to deal with:
*Being outside, being warm and feeling the sun on my back? Loving it.
*Getting the pots full of annuals, and new perennials tucked into the beds. So much fun.
*Keeping the lawn edge tidy with that amazing edger husband got me last fall? Fabulous.
*Plotting juniper removal and planning replacement shrubs? Great! (Watching an incredible tractor contraption clomp down on a couple of boxwoods this afternoon and lift them fairly effortlessly out of the ground was icing on the cake.)
*Seeing the fish in the pond come nibbling for food? So pretty. And the birds at the feeder? Always a bright spark to my day.
*Watering newly planted seeds--whether green beans or sunflowers--and imagining 60 short days from now... blossoms and beans!
*Keeping an eye out for each new bloom, whether peony or rhododendron or pansy or hydrangea or... Lovely.
Yes, the weeds will come. The garden is already in need of a hoe or two, and I've applied heave-hoe to other beds as well... that will only escalate, and round about August I'm pretty sure I will not be feeling quite so miraculous about each and every aspect of the yard. But for now, I'll take it.