08/23/2023
Thoughts from behind the mower this evening. It is funny where the mind goes sometimes while performing such simple tasks. I am no writer (terrible punctuation and grammar) but I will make an attempt 😉😬.
It has been a crazy whirlwind of a summer. For the most part Marcia Williams and I are pulled in 100 different directions for a variety of self imposed reasons.😂. Thankfully the mowing duties have been taken head by our oldest and most ambitious son. He is 9 and he really enjoys the instant gratification of seeing a yard transformed into something that he created. He does a good job and we pay him a fair rate for his efforts😂.
This evening for whatever reason (🦟 🦟 ☀️ 🔥) he subtly hinted that he could maybe use a day off. I obliged. I triple sprayed from head to toe, filled up my water bottle and got to it. Let the suffering begin was my frame of mind. I am not sure what is in the spray these days but I am convinced it just pi**es the little $&@$ off more than deters them.
Swatting, scratching, cursing, slapping, I must admit I was losing the battle. The yard was getting pretty shaggy and was a perfect home for the pests during these hot days. I had to persevere. Channeling the vibration of the mower, the rhythm of my steps, and the white noise of the mower, I did my best to ignore the blood suckers… slowly my mind began to reflect on my day, week, month, summer, and my past. At one particular bag dumping I looked back at my progress and it hit me that I used to take pleasure in this task the same way that our 9 year old son does now. We have a nice yard and it looks sharp when it’s mowed. I snapped a picture for some reason and continued mowing.
I got done with the side yard and move to the backyard, mind still adrift, I glanced over to the house across the empty lot where some dear friends once lived. When we moved to this house, and were spending countless hours building our yard, the old man that lived in that house came over to introduce himself and chat one day while I was working. It was an enjoyable and much needed break. Before he left that evening the ol neighbor told me something that I have never forgotten. He told me, “it’s much easier to maintain a nice yard than it is to build one.” With all the work we had put in to building our yard at that point, all I could do is sigh and nod in agreement. Keith just smiled and said good night.
As I sit here writing this I am thinking about all the effort and sacrifices we are currently investing into achieving some of our dreams and goals. We are hoping it will be worth it… will it? Are we losing track of the little things that used to be enough? Are we looking past what is right in front of us in hopes of finding something more rewarding? Are we giving our loved ones the love and attention they need and deserve while they are beside us? Are we nurturing the yard we so badly once desired and worked so hard to build?
Now, I am no Philosopher and compared to most of the people that might read this, I may be considered rather simple minded, but I think ol Keith just might have been talking about something a little more important than my yard that evening we first met. Until tonight, I never took that comment for more than what it seemed at the time… good advice to save a little money and effort.
And tonight that hit me pretty hard, square between the ears. Thank you son for your night off…. Dad needed that.
Brian Wilborn Kari Wilborn Bloomer Krista Wilborn Brewer Cindy Nolte Wilborn