I am lucky enough to have a partner who loves yard work.
Unfortunately that wonderful, incredibly patient man is also a Tax Man, and is incognito until April 15, but the weeds don’t know that. So, every spring, the boys and I start the yearly clean-up of our yard. It’s the least we can do since he works 16 hours a day, 7 days a week. I dread the chore at first, but as I get into a rhythm, it’s wonderfully satisfying and cathartic. Am I that messed up that I find writing material amongst the weeds?!
After a full day of weeding, my hands represent my future 80 year old self, and my back complains louder than my hands……now on to the laundry with a head cleared of weeds just like the yard.
What are your chore comparisons?
Mary Kathryn Johnson
Author ~ Entrepreneur ~ Mom
