Move over Dr. Phil! There’s nothing more therapeutic than mindless yardwork on a beautiful spring day.
The exercise from raking leaves, pulling weeds and disposing of the skeletons of last year’s annuals, causes a natural high. The revitalizing visual satisfaction comes after the cleanup when crocus, tulips, hyacinths, daffodils and narcissi are revealed. For a moment, all is as it should be.
My final reward is a cup of herb tea with honey on the front porch; feeling content all my hard work got my mind off the world’s troubles, even if only for an hour.
Note: I was curious as to how the phrase “all is as it should be,” popped into my head and where it may have come from, as I was writing the above mini essay. Decided to google it this morning and the following link is what I came up with.
What’s In a Name Anyway? : On feeling a connection across generations by sharing a name.
A Mind is a Terrible Thing : My letter to columnist Jonah Goldberg, mocking him for a totally pointless column full of nothing.
Indian Arrowhead Spirit : On finding an ancient Indian arrowhead in the backyard.