Welcome to My Empty Nest

Musings from Mama Bird

Girl Power

The neighborhood sleeps while I wait patiently, quietly, for the new dawn to break into the mid-morning. It promises to be another day full of sun and singing birds, perfect weather to get my buzz on, and I can hardly sit still in my early-morning vigil.

That new weed trimmer we bought a few weeks ago? Finally, finally, my husband taught me how to use her. How can I possibly describe gripping the rubber-coated handle and powering up that battery-charged baby for the first time, learning the nuances that will (eventually) lead to a picture-perfect yard? Her subtle strength and comforting assurance that she–that we–can do this gives me a confidence I haven’t felt in a long, long time. We’ve got this, she and I, and together, we will conquer the invasive grass and assorted weeds that have been thriving in our climate-changed, rainy and warm winter and early spring.

And the accessories! OMG, those accessories, one that blows away the remnants of our rendezvous like a brisk breeze, another that trims up overgrown hedges in one-tenth of the time it would have taken me to prune them with our ancient, rusting hand clippers.

I can see it now. I will be one of *those* people, the ones who putter about their yards in the evenings and on weekends for the next five months. I used to mock them and their outdoor obsessions, but now I understand. For just a little while, we can forget our obligations and relieve our stress by creating some semblence of order in our normally chaotic lives. Time spent outdoors is our Qiqong mantra meditation, the roar of the power tools our oms. It is a promise of being one with ourselves in the backdrop of nature.

Perhaps the best part is waking up the day after these dates with our weed-whackers, coffee in hand, and looking out at the beauty we helped create just hours before, a nature painting that has been kissed by the morning dew.

In a few more hours, it will be late morning here and time to remove the fully-charged batter from the power-strip. I really don’t want to wait, but I also don’t want to be one of those annoying neighbors who interrupt a weekend sleep for others. I am not patient because of virtue; I am patient because I have experienced the sweet reward of our Black and Decker 18-Volt Cordless Electric Lawncare Center, and she is worth the wait.

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This entry was posted on April 7, 2012 by in Life, Lifestyle, nature, outdoors, Random, Uncategorized.

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