Boundaries

Spent a few hours manually cutting an edge in the sod along the curb and driveway the other night. Dirty, sweaty job, that. But nearly every project and issue around here is evading closure, so I needed a visual of something completed.

Never mind the enclosed mangy, pale turf with its list of woes or the fact that it’s almost July and I’ve purchased nary a flower for bed nor pot... there are straight lines on the edges of my lawn and for now straight boundary lines around all that remains undone feels like a win.

To regain footing in the toss of the past few years, I’ve learned a lot about the value of boundaries - also hard work, messy, and ongoing. Though life may be eluding tidiness, today I can see where my yard ends and that is enough.