Yoga Class is Over
I do compare using my push lawnmower to a yoga routine. The north side of our home is similar to an obstacle course. It is crouching down to push the mower under Lilacs and an evergreen bush that needs tidying underneath. Pushing the mower around the central AC . . . lunging it forward to the incline towards the house foundation and then pulling it back numerous times. We now have duel truck tire tracks full of new lawn seeds to maneuver through and around and the ever twisting of the mower to turn it around. It’s a blessing when I can mow the front of our home and actually have 50′ of lawn for straight runs. No . . . I am not belly-aching . . . just making light of a chore that must be done and one that brings a whole bunch of self satisfaction.
I have not even glanced at the temperatures that are outside on this Saturday. When Dennis was done with our backyard we both sat on the patio with bottles of cold green tea and cooled down. There was just enough breeze to get the job done. By that time it was noon and we each crawled off to do whatever we pleased with our afternoon.
Dennis caught a nap in his patio porch rocking chair. Snuggles napped on the table at his elbow, a hint that it was too hot to sleep on Dennis’ lap. I came down into the sewing studio and have been doing some quilting on Megan’s quilt.
At three I took out some cold juice for us to enjoy together. Dennis said he enjoyed seeing the yard looking like two people live here that enjoy taking care of their home. I seconded that.
After showering off the residue of dust from mowing and having had a bite for supper, we will both be enjoying fresh linens on our beds when our heads hit the pillows. It might just be a great Sunday morning for sleeping in.
May everyone have accomplished what their hearts and minds led them to today. There are no demands, just being the best that we can be every day that our Lord gives us. Being stewards is the best.