May 13, 2012: The clutter of weeds

Our lawn is large. No, not the 4+ acres of trees; no, not the trees themselves; no, I mean the green plants , a.k.a. weeds, growing out of the ground are large. So large and numerous, in fact, that a rabbit hid in a patch of them in broad daylight while I was mowing the yard this weekend…twice! (Sigh) This is not helping my Macho Country Man image.

I thought I was doing so well; I got my riding mower put back together after removing a damaged part and getting the blades removed, sharpened, and put back on, and taking the wheel off and putting it back on. It took days of tinkering and NOT LOSING MY TEMPER with that impudent piece of…well, I got it back together, complete with new battery, and it started right up, hallelujah! It just wouldn’t move. (Sigh) I will not lose my temper, I will not lose my temper, I will not lose my *$&#@% temper!

Soooooo, back to…research. I have learned from my resourceful wife that the internet has a wealth of answered questions on every topic, so I went hunting and found just what I needed. God is good. So on Saturday, I finally got the mower moving, and mowing, and it felt grate. No, really; it grated the ground so badly, it shut off twice before I had the good sense to listen to my wife and raise the mower deck. I got about 4 laps mowed before I had to shut ‘er down – this time, it was the V-belt that ran the mowing deck. Over time, belts decay, and this one had fraying, slits, and worn patches, so it was due for replacement, but why, God, why the one day I had time to mow the yard? Why after I mowed some of the yard, and not before or after completion? I guess some mowed grass is better than none; it keeps the bugs down, but it sure looks bad. (Sigh) I guess I should count my blessings; all the vehicles in our yard work, and you won’t find any plastic flamingoes. :)

What, use the weed-eater? (Sigh) I don’t have a working weed-eater, not one I can take out ¬†50 feet from an outlet. My gas-powered one broke, my brilliant-idea-from-a-book-to-replace-the-broken-part didn’t work, and I haven’t gotten a replacement part yet. I keep forgetting. Maybe if I slept outside, I would be more motivated to take care of it. Maybe I could get a better shot at the pesky squirrel that eats our ducks’ food. Maybe the ducks would poop on me in the dark. Hm. I think I’ll stay inside and try to forget the weeds.

My wife’s garden is growing even taller than the weeds in the yard, and it looks great. She’s done so well with limited time and resources: potatoes, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, pole beans, corn, peppers, okra, and eggplant are all in good health. She even mowed the garden area with the push mower when I couldn’t use the rider, and it looks nice, too. Not as nice as she looks, though. :)

After working in the yard, and watching America’s Test Kitchen on PBS, we decided the house needed cleaning in a deep way. We attacked the living room, removing all unnecessary items and either finding them a home, or a quick death in the trash can. We take no prisoners when we declutter, because you can’t organize clutter. You can only eliminate it. My wife read that in a great book called “Organized Simplicity”. It’s so true. You can’t manage evil; either you destroy it completely, or it destroys you. It’s a fight to the death. Okay, clutter isn’t evil enough to kill you…quickly. It just ruins the peace of your home every day for years. We have to have space to process life without more input.

We ate dinner on the deck; the evening sunlight filtered through the trees, the kids played or listened to me read aloud. We are so blessed to enjoy so many good simple things, especially a life with room to notice the simple things. May God always keep our lives simple, with room for Him, room for others, and room to grow. Just not room for weeds. Quick, Commissioner! Call for the dynamic duo of ¬†TrimmerMan and his sidekick, Herbicide! The yard needs their help…and make sure they come wearing their V-belts for the riding mower.

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