I grabbed my book and stretched out on the lounge chair. It was time to relax. After all, we had spent a long morning on this very sunny and warm Saturday in May painting the garage, weeding and edging gardens, and hauling wheelbarrows filled with weeds and sticks and junk to the back dump. My body was feeling the day’s work, especially after all the weeks spent on chairs, at desks, and on screens. It was time to relax.
I opened my book and started reading. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and all felt surprisingly right with the world. I was just getting lost in the story when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my daughter, hedge trimmers in hand, heading for the huge (and extremely out of control after years of being ignored) forsythia bush in the front yard. I kept reading. Clip, clip, clip. The sun felt so nice. I just wanted to relax. Clip, clip, clip. I read on. Clip, clip, clip. I couldn’t take it. I absolutely love trimming!
I closed the book, put it down on the chaise, headed to the garage, and grabbed my favorite tree trimming tool. My dad gave me this amazing tool last year. It’s just a long stick, with a hook and sharp blade at the end. There is a long rope connecting me with the blade. This tool can reach and can cut just about anything! I joined Mackensie in her effort to trim back this crazy, untamed beast of a bush. We trimmed and cut, and cut and trimmed. Trimming is a bit like eating a bag of potato chips. Once you start, it’s almost impossible to stop. Every improvement you make, makes something else look awful. We reached for the long branches, trimmed the under side, and the beast slowly began to take shape.
At some point, we decided that enough was enough, and we stopped our trimming and cutting. We stepped back and admired our work. What had, just hours before, been a completely disorganized and out of control mess, was now neat and organized and tamed. There was something incredibly satisfying about that.