Saturday Slight

I love my home. I love my home. I could repeat that every day until the day I die.

Twenty years from now, I'll still be pinching myself about getting to live here. It is a lot of work to keep it up, and by landscapers' standards, I'm sure my efforts could improve considerably.

My neighbor Janice and I enjoy an ongoing banter about each other's yards. She wins hands' down cuz her place always looks perfect, but she inspires me to do my best.

Yesterday I was thinking, while finishing up the last swath of mowing, that I always wish someone would come to visit right now, when it looks as perfect as it's ever going to look.

But it doesn't happen that way.

They usually drive into the driveway when the dandelions have all popped up and multiplied arrogantly all over the yard. They come when it's been days since I've used the weed eater.

It's sort of like Russian Roulette. Every so often, you luck out, though---in a much better way than the roulette folks.

Someone does show up minutes after a fresh mowing, and you feel divinely proud to welcome them.

In fact, it happened a couple of weeks ago when Robin Roberts, who actually landscaped this place about 20 years ago, came with a bouquet of flowers for Mother's Day from Niemans. She also came with a strong desire to see how her handiwork had matured over the years, and because of her timing after a mowing, she was justifiably proud.

I live for lawn and garden work, and these past few days have filled my soul to the point of my cup almost runnething over.

Can you tell?

Happy Saturday to all.

May you enjoy your yard work or your fishing or your camping or your just sitting outside in the sun embracing all the beauty that God bestows on us.

He's doing okay on this day in May.