When everyone went down for quiet time, Tom told me I should go mow. We haven’t had a chance to mow for weeks, and everything was overgrown. Plus, today was that perfect almost-fall weather, so it seemed criminal to even think about staying inside.
Time on the mower is kind of like therapy and yoga all rolled into one. When I’m done I feel relaxed and accomplished and like I’ve boiled life down to its simplest elements.