Mike has been retired almost the entire time we’ve known him, fifteen years, and he’s the kind of old guy that likes his lawn just so. So much so that he’ll mow all five acres twice a week, whether it needs it or not.
We long ago came to the conclusion that time spent on a loud mower is not something that we enjoy or want to spend our time on. Our “mower guy”, Jim, does a bang-up job. And those four or five hours are better spent elsewhere. Even without the mowing, our list seems to stay steady at those one hundred things.
Finish the weeding in the front yard? The back needs it now. The roses that were blooming so beautifully last week now need dead-heading. And the tomatoes that I tied up last week have grown a foot and need to be tied up again. A tree that I so lovingly planted a few years ago died and need to be dug out.
A few years ago, I felt frustrated in the summer that my chores never seemed to be done. Once I started to look at it as always being one hundred things, it has become a joy. Playing in the dirt, watering the too many pots that I planted, or mulching the gardens has become a gift. There is peace and satisfaction to be found in taking care of what has been entrusted to us.
Perhaps looking at other parts of life, not just yard work and property maintenance, in that way would provide that similar peace and satisfaction. There is always an opportunity to do more. And even if it is never done, there is joy in doing it.