Gardening is a matter of your enthusiasm holding up until your back gets used to it. ~Author Unknown
I’ve long been aware that I’m a great “starter” but a lousy “finisher.”
Remember that nasty shed we finally had dismantled and removed? The one with the dead woodchuck lying beneath it like the witch in The Wizard of Oz?
Well, I decided that entire area would make a gorgeous plot for wildflowers. Something like this:
Or maybe these blue asters:
So yesterday, when it was sunny and pleasant, I began removing the bricks that were in my way:
Some were crumbled and would need to be thrown out. Others were in pretty good shape and went into my Keep pile. And a few were — in my mind, at least — ideal; those I stacked in another area.
While I was digging up the bricks, I couldn’t help recalling my childhood. On summer days when my sister and I were little — and grumbling over having “nothing to do!” — my late dad suggested we take a stack of leftover bricks from the building of the house and move them, one by one, to the opposite side of the back yard.
And if we were still bored when that task was done, we could move them right back!
That’s probably where I started equating moving a pile of bricks with raking leaves — tasks I was sure the inhabitants of Purgatory were assigned as a means of working their sins off so they could attain Heaven!
I’d been digging up bricks for what seemed like ages when I glanced at the time and realized lunch was calling. And my back was protesting — loudly.
No way was I going to complete the job that day. And since rain was forecast for much of the next week, I reasoned I’d be out of the notion by the time another sunny day rolled around.
Hmm, maybe I’ll get the yard man to finish for me.
You see, I’ve already grown weary over this project, and the thought of dragging sack-loads of dirt to fill in the soil, setting out the seeds, pulling the weeds that are sure to grow alongside my flowers, and all the rest makes me even less inclined to return to the task at hand.
As I said, I love starting projects; it’s finishing them that challenges me.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there and know this:
All mothers are working mothers. ~Author Unknown