There don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to do all the things I need to do. The chores, the creative endeavours, and work seem to be piling up. I am not losing sleep over it, but there just seems to be a general feeling of incompleteness.
This morning, in a rare moment of exuberance, I managed to get outside and tackle the first wave of fallen leaves. I would like to wait until they have all fallen, but since we’ve already had one good week of snow, I thought I had better do it before they get covered in white powder once again. With a few late working nights, I can easily see that happening. Snow rarely waits for the weekends.
It was nice to get outside, rummage around for the rake and work gloves. It was less nice to wrestle the leaves into the leaf bags. It’s amazing how stubborn fallen leaves can be. You’d think they’d want to get into that bag and party with the rest of their fallen comrades.
The temperature was warm and the exercise allowed me to justify, in my own mind at least, the pizza I had before the Notre Dame game. It also got me thinking of those days as a child at the family cottage when we jumped into leaf piles. The leaves that my tree drops are mostly hard pod like things that would most certainly take out an eye or two rather than provide a soft landing for a child’s body.
I might only have spent an hour outside, but the physical exercise, the mental time to wander, and the complete difference from anything else I had done in the past couple of weeks made it Today’s Perfect Moment.