Communing with Nature

I just spent a solid three hours trying to tame the yard. I know it’s a never ending battle, but there’s something thrilling to me about getting your blood pumping, sweating your butt off, feeling alive, and having something to admire after you’re done with it.

Trying to keep it to small doses, though. Overdoing it in a new climate could be hazardous to my health, and just plain silly. So now I’m going to go sit on the patio with an iced cold barley tea and smugly survey my accomplishments.

One comment

  1. Kathryn says:

    Hrm. Maybe I should have titled this post, “Engaging in Battle with Nature…”