The grandkids have gone back to Arizona. The rain has stopped, just short of forty days and forty nights. And Arapahoe and Xian are wondering why we aren’t going for our daily walks down on the prairie.
Well, remember that snow we had last Sunday? It really did a number on the tall grasses in the prairie. I’m not sure we’d be able to find the paths that their papa had mown the first week in October.
But I suppose the real reason is because their mom has been fixated on getting the outside painting taken care of before the next snow comes. Or the rain starts up again.
To be clear, my husband has had his projects too. Keeping the leaves picked up so they don’t kill the grass. Fixing the tire on the lawn tractor’s trailer so he could haul dirt. Leveling and relaying the brick patio at the rental. All while taking those little pills for five nights this past week.
Next week will be different. I will be doing more church work and less personal work. Mr. Pat will be taking out the last of the garden. Winterizing the lawn mowers. Making sure the snowblower is ready … for the NEXT snow.
And Arapahoe and Xian will get to go down to the creek and the prairie again. After the warmer, sunny weather has dried out the paths. After the exterior painting is done for another season. After we have our energy back.
Walking the prairie paths is good for the soul. Arapahoe and Xian always are hunting for whatever they may find there. Perhaps I am seeking, too, but hadn’t realized it.
Thank you, God, for all of the places where we find you. In our work. In our play. In our rest. Help us, O God, to know when to say when. So we can take a deep breath. And pause. And say thank you, God, for all of this.
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat