Mulched blueberries, trimmed bushes, mowed lawn. It will look good for a few days!
Suddenly everything is lush and green outside. This is wonderful, yet at the same time, it means there is a lot in the yard to take care of. With cold and wet weather along with the regular business of life, I have not done much yardwork this year until now. Sunday changed that. I did the basic mow and trim and then set in on a project to thin out an evergreen bush that had been damaged by the winter’s snows. I used some of the clippings from that to mulch the new blueberry bushes in hopes that the clippings would provide more acid to the soil as they broke down as well as help retain some of the water that now just runs over the dry earth around the bushes.
It is a lot of work, but it is also in the sun and fresh air, among the birdsong and plants. It is not with my children. And this makes it a meditation of sorts. It is a chance to clear my head and to accomplish something very concrete and attainable.
My father-in-law is visiting his grandchildren this weekend which means splitting time between two households. Thursday, he came over to our house a bit before noon. This allowed me to pick up my daughter from preschool without having to bring my son along. It was great to get down there by just hopping a bus without a stroller and to walk the entire way back with my daughter as she warbled on about her day and whatever came to her mind. After arriving home, I was able to hand her off to my f-i-l while my son slept. I then did the work the yard has needed for months including leveling the remaining part of the garden, trimming hedges, and mowing the grass. I filled four bags and three barrels of yard waste, and the place looks better.
Earlier in the day, however, my son and I did some initial yard work together. We took the stakes from the garden and put them in the garage and started putting some of the old sunflower stalks and gigantic weeds from the garden in a yard waste barrel. His joy at helping with a real task was radiant. His smile as he carried two poles to the garage to give to me, that image will stick with me for a long time.
Looking down on the mowed lawn and garden patch.
As a kid but past the time of napping, I could not understand how one fell asleep during the day let alone why one would want to. There was just too much to do, too many books to read, too many places to go. As an adult, this disconnect with naps continued excepting a few special occasions. I quietly chucked at the old gaffers who nodded off with mouth open. And then the world laughed at me. All I can say is, “Thank God For Naps!”
This is true both of my own naps and those of my children. My daughter is mostly past napping, but she has quiet time. Rarely does this result in her actually sleeping, but when she is worn out, she will request a nap. My son had been going through a spell of short naps, but he is now back into the hour to two and a half hour naps. This happens twice a day.
On Sunday, I solo parented until dinner time, and in that time I packed in a great deal. With my daughter’s help, I made bread and mashed sweet potatoes with roasted garlic. We also planted seedlings in the garden, and I even managed to mow the lawn (with my electric mower that did not freak out the kids). My son was strapped in a stroller and so could not get accidentally hit by any gardening or yardwork tools. We did laundry and dishes. We did a lot.
In the middle of the afternoon, my son napped and my daughter took her quiet time resting on me as I moved between conscious and unconscious states. Usually her quiet time involves playing in her play room, and is only quiet in name. Yesterday, she was quiet and mostly resting. The whispered conversations and sharing was a highlight of the day.
I am now one of those fogies who fall asleep during the day, and I relish every chance I get to do it!
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