For Three or Four Days…

Sometime during the Spring, everything looks perfect. The sky is perfectly blue with pretty puffy white clouds. The grass is getting all green and recently mowed. Scott has fertilized and edged and trimmed everything in sight and it’s working like a charm. The sun hasn’t gotten so hot that it feels like everything is just going to burst into flames any second. There aren’t any brown spots where some fungus or cricket or mole has started killing off grass here and there. The mulch is fresh and hasn’t lost all the color, and my plants are green and blooming. The weeds and grass haven’t taken over the flowerbeds because it’s early yet, and I haven’t remembered that I really am not into gardening nor am I very good at it. Just about the time I realize we are in this perfect little time, it’s over. This year, I got a picture. Now, when my grass is dry and crunchy, and the weeds are taking over, and we have moles tunneling all through the place, I can look back and remember the clear skies, and green that comes with my perfect.