Where the MESS Came From

There Was A Reason for The Mess in the Garage

I moved from morning ruminations, picked up my trowel, and got gardening. It seemed like the more I did, the more I saw needed doing! This is why I enjoy gardening. Puttering and potting is as good a therapy as painting and writing: an unending source of projects!

It’s the mess afterwards, though, that flummoxes me. I feel like Pig-Pen was at work!

Years ago, I could close my eyes to much of the confusion I generated for longer spells than I can now. Mainly because stacks, piles, and other clutter are danger zones for seasoned citizens; so too layers of wet potting soil on the garage floor can be more slippery than black ice.


Cleaning Up My Mess

I thought I got it up, mas o menos. Apparently, it was menos – because what dirt I didn’t see – a.k.a. overlooked – gave Doug a big sweeping opportunity!

How I Can Repay

Enjoying a clean orderly puttering- space is a gift – one whose value I discounted decades past. A diamond may be valuable, but it isn’t my best friend, if I want to be “creative.” So, Doug freely gave me quite a gift.

Kindness is just love with its workboots on. ~K. McCullah & K. Smith 

Order, calm, and peace are gifts Doug enjoys – gifts I can offer, but which have taken me years to cultivate! Being sweet-tempered was not a principle component on my motherboard!

Sometimes I think back to the stormy, gray days we’ve had — miscommunications, disagreements, and other short fuses. I can see more clearly who it was I was serving. :-( Back then, I was often busy weeding somebody else’s garden – maybe even trying to plant what wasn’t my job.

It remains a daily exercise.

In about the same degree as you are helpful, you will be happy. ~Karl Reiland 

Walking two by two without tripping each other up is how I’ve come to see an essential of enjoying marriage.

So, too is keeping in step with God, whose paths are not always what I would have thought to choose.

God has not called us to see through each other, but to see each other through. ~Author Unknown 

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