Went out to feed the birds this morning and spotted a dandelion waving its yellow head at me. They'll take over your yard if you let them,so I dug him out. Good for me, I thought. Then I saw another and another and----.
Next thing I knew, several hours had passed and I wasn't even aware of it yet till I straightened up and discovered my back was sore. There were weed piles all over the yard for me to rake up and toss on the compost pile [that stuff will turn into "black gold" in about a year ] I even trimmed the honeysuckle vine on the arbor that the humming birds love so much. And I'd managed to pull up some wild Columbines that spread like wildfire and smother out my pretty hybrid ones in more delicate colors. I'd managed to break a nail and my hands were stained green as grass [mechanic's hands have nothing on me!]
I looked around and smelled the air perfumed with flower scents, got a whiff of wild onions my nabor mowed over, saw and heard the birds happily singing away, my little dog, Tippy, patrolling the fence,the grass that already needs cutting, and marvelled at how fertile the earth is and how productive. And I got a great swell of "well-being" and re-entered the house thinking "My God, It's good to be alive!"