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?