At times, there is something very satisfying to be found in the moments right after working in the yard. I accept gratefully the small role of working my landscape. "The overseer of my lot!" Seeds of inspiration seem to plant themselves within me and sprout into a sort of abstract desire. A desire to live this life true and fully. Yes fully it must be done, so that when my days have withered I can be left with moments such as these. Moments in which satisfaction might be discovered as I recall my life and work. I'll be completely fine if the final moments of my life are in any way similar to the moments that a man experiences right after cutting the grass and working in the yard.
