I like to mow the lawn…
I love the fact that when I am out moving I can let my thoughts just wander to the drone of the mower. I could care less about straight lines, although I make an attempt to make them. I also miss spots, and it is easy to tell when I became preoccupied by my thoughts because the longer blades show through.
Today, I found many rocks in my yard…I found my mind wandering to when I was a child and my dad would ask me to go pick up the sticks so he could mow. Today I couldn’t help but wonder if I should blame the kids or the dogs for the randomly placed rocks throughout the yard?
We have a “river walk of rocks” placed strategically through a berm and trees and all of the babies seem to be attracted to it. Unfortunately, the rocks end up throughout the area, which can create a tad bit of a hazard when I mow.
Tonight, I just smiled as I tossed the rocks back into their home and caught myself thanking God for my blessings. After all, how boring would my life be if I mowed straight lines, created every blade even and had no rocks in my path?