Work

This week my winter hibernating ends.

There is work to do-

in all of the usual places:

my garden, my closets, my garage, and even in my car.

Work is an interesting thing.

It creates itself.

At least it does for me.

I work by working-

not by thinking about working.

Does that make sense to anyone?

Just as creating breeds creativity,
working creates work.

So I am coming out of my snug , winter cave.

*The water ticket has been purchased.

*The bonnet for the irrigation valve is ready.

*I am going to cast fertilizer before the water is turned on.

*Our grass will get a ‘good watering’ as my mother would say.

*I am going to walk my yard in my baby blue rubber boots, with water swirling all around.

*I am going to work.

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