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Jul. 7th, 2008 06:54 pmBlisters and dirt under my nails and an ache in my right shoulder.
Argh. Dandelions. And snake weed and thistles and whatever that other stuff is... I've spent the afternoon weeding the lawn. There are places where the only strategy is to stick my handy weedy tool in blindly and start, because you can't actually see past the weeds.
Of course, when you finish those areas, there's no actual grass growing, so now I've got still slightly weedy bare patches where there were tall, lush, out of control weeds.
I have a theory. I think it takes more determination to start and stick to a task that you know is going to be unfulfilling in the short term. Yardwork is one of those chores for me. I love gardening - my two little herb and vegetable beds, and the expanding perennial beds - but the lawn care and trimming and weeding is find to be dull and endless and even when I'm done I still have the messy looking property on the block. Maybe even on the whole street. The house my daughter refers to as "the meth dealers" is the one that gives me a run for my money.
As I struggled with the weeds by the swing set, about a half hour in I thought - "Well, this really is like life sometimes. There are times when you work and struggle, until you're breathless and hurt and still, at the end of the day - you end up with something that still somehow doesn't measure up to whatever standard you've been socialized to try and achieve."
And you know what? As depressing as that sounds - it makes me feel better. Because, yeah - sometimes we inherit or buy into situations that are just choked with weeds. And it takes a lot of work to keep it from deteriorating (or even just slowing the deterioration); and there isn't a very fulfilling result, but sometimes the work itself - even if it seems endless - becomes oddly satisfying.
Argh. Dandelions. And snake weed and thistles and whatever that other stuff is... I've spent the afternoon weeding the lawn. There are places where the only strategy is to stick my handy weedy tool in blindly and start, because you can't actually see past the weeds.
Of course, when you finish those areas, there's no actual grass growing, so now I've got still slightly weedy bare patches where there were tall, lush, out of control weeds.
I have a theory. I think it takes more determination to start and stick to a task that you know is going to be unfulfilling in the short term. Yardwork is one of those chores for me. I love gardening - my two little herb and vegetable beds, and the expanding perennial beds - but the lawn care and trimming and weeding is find to be dull and endless and even when I'm done I still have the messy looking property on the block. Maybe even on the whole street. The house my daughter refers to as "the meth dealers" is the one that gives me a run for my money.
As I struggled with the weeds by the swing set, about a half hour in I thought - "Well, this really is like life sometimes. There are times when you work and struggle, until you're breathless and hurt and still, at the end of the day - you end up with something that still somehow doesn't measure up to whatever standard you've been socialized to try and achieve."
And you know what? As depressing as that sounds - it makes me feel better. Because, yeah - sometimes we inherit or buy into situations that are just choked with weeds. And it takes a lot of work to keep it from deteriorating (or even just slowing the deterioration); and there isn't a very fulfilling result, but sometimes the work itself - even if it seems endless - becomes oddly satisfying.
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Date: 2008-07-08 02:45 am (UTC).. OR you could replace the grass with gravel.
Or heather..
Or fake grass.
it might mess up your metaphor but it'd save your back?
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Date: 2008-07-08 02:47 pm (UTC)Or I could just stare at your tasty Danny icon and not care about the yard at all.
Yes, but you still have to get rid of the weeds first. Parts of my lawn are really clover, rather than grass, and it's quite lovely.
And weeding is free. Unlike gravel and groundcovers.