lawn. They always had a garden that of course needed work. My sisters and I would run around outside playing, whining, fighting, and just doing what kids do.
When I bought my first house, my mom immediately came over and wanted to start "working in my yard". I was completely against it. I knew what it was going to take from years of experience, and I did not have time for that!!
But as I have bought and sold and moved from house to house over the years, I have come to find that "working in the yard" is one of my favorite pastimes. It is often very challenging. It is physical. Things don't always go or grow they way you had hoped. Your body aches the next day. But there is nothing more rewarding than knowing that you had a hand in offering beauty not only for your own family but every person that passes by.
There is nothing I love more than that feeling in the Spring after a long days work outside, when you come in, get cleaned up, and breathe in the lingering scent of freshly mowed grass. You sit on the porch with your freshly showered hair, drink sweet tea, and bask in your labor.
I didn't realize it then, but my parents were teaching me so much every time they stepped outside to "work in the yard." Things that trickled over into other aspects of my life and made me who I am, today.
Hard work is always worth the effort.
Putting time into things you care about is the most important place to spend your time.
Sometimes we do things, we don't want to do.
The reward of growing your own food.
Taking pride in the gifts that God has blessed us with is a blessing we should treasure.
After a long week of "working in the yard," I can only hope that I am passing these lessons along to Harper. And that one day she will look back and say, "I have the fondest memories of my parents working in the yard."
Until next time..
XOXOXOXO
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