The nature of work.

Still living in a place of too much to do, and a tendency to think "too little time, when will I get it done?"  The grass needs mowing, should start more transplants, should water the garden, should pull those weeds before they take over, what if I trained those muscadines over the garage door, and did I remember to feed the dog?

.....And then comes the ahhhhhhhhh yes there is a lot to do but all anyone has is time.  Feed the dog, water things that feed you, collect the eggs, and do what's in front of me.  I'm never bored, and this work feels real in a way that moving papers - even meaningful ones - in an office never could.  Odd sunburns - don't care.  Occasional ticks - don't care.  Whipoorwill songs - care.  Finding asparagus shoots - care.  Ahhhhhh.