Today I was working for a fellow parishioner in taking care of her mother's house. Today was a yardwork day, so I spent the morning mowing around trees, cutting off dead limbs, and clearing out very ugly vines.
Sawing through big tree branches was actually kind of fun. There was a definite sense of accomplishment and the sharp smell of pine. I pulled down a lot of the vine, but it still plagues the trees.
All was well until some of that pine sap fell on my hair and gave me a pine fresh scent.
And then I realized that, since it was exhausting to saw through branches, then sawing through a tree without a chainsaw would be worse.
"Not being a lumberjack" was probably one of my better decisions.
That had nothing to do with religion or anything, I guess. But it was definitely a fulfilling day even if it weren't anything traditionally considered "fun."
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