Scenes from my backyard.
And the crazy thing is, until my kids and I dedicated our morning to getting the backyard weeded, raked, and cleaned up, I hadn’t even seen the quiet beauty of it all.
It was a distraction to the busy-ness of wrapping up another school year.
It was the weight of guilt of a project uncompleted.
It was the regret of not having started veggies and herbs from seed this year.
It represented a part of me to which I couldn’t tend.
And then we started cleaning. Mowing. Raking. Weeding. Blowing leaves. Trimming trees. Laying mulch. The process of reclaiming part of what is yours – part of your territory. When we stepped back to see our work, what was left in the wake of energy, arguing, exerting, cleaning, was an representative of the best of nature. Things we hadn’t noticed before. Things that were ignored because the path to see them was covered with the product of an area untended.
The effort of reclaiming and purging freed us all to enjoy our backyard again. It gifted us with excitement about spending time outdoors. It allowed us to dream of cookouts, fire pits, entertaining, and growing. It allowed us to recognize spring once again.