on weeding and sisyphus...
Today, I weeded half the backyard, swept up trimmings from a previous weekend's work, and picked up poop (yeech). Last weekend, sy and I tackled the side bit along our neighbor's driveway. I didn't realize it's ours, so we really let that bit get bad (lucky for us, we have great neighbors).

It's interesting how quickly our yard ties us into the seasons. When we first moved in, it was all about leaves. It never occurred to me that the leaves would ever end. Nearly every week, I'd sweep enough to fill our green bin. And the next week, there'd be more.

Now, things are growing. My astonishment only goes to show what a city kid I really am. We have an unassuming tiny little daphne in the front yard. I didn't think much of it till its fragrance stopped me in my tracks one night. Foolishly in love, I gave her (and her twin in the back) an offering of cement bits (kg claims it's what makes them happy).

So there's no more leaves, but the weeds. OMG. First of all, I wasn't really clear what things were weeds. So I erred on the side of caution, and didn't remove much without sy's approval. Now we're filling the green bin with weeds (not every week, but just because it takes much more work than sweeping leaves).

Most of all, I love the temporary order that yard work brings. Whether its weeds or leaves, I spend a coupla hours, and get a nice crisp clean outdoorsy productive feeling. Surprisingly, I'm not upset by the Sisyphean nature of the tasks. The disorder can trouble me. But I don't need to "win"--if anything I'm acutely aware that the leaves and weeds will always win. My job is to more or less maintain a rough state of equilibrium.
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