As most of you know, I am very busy. It just seems that I can never catch a break. When I do managed to catch a break, something else comes up. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not complaining, just telling it like it is.

Today we took the girls to a local outdoor mall for a Webkinz Extravaganza. It was what you would expect an extravaganza to be all about. It was a good time. When we got home, I wanted to take a nap. That’s what I wanted to do.

I love spring. The spring rains come and my grass comes back to life. The brown spots turn green, the bare spots become lush, the prickly grass becomes soft. I love spring.

I hate spring. The spring rains come and my grass comes back to life. The brown spots turn green, the bare spots become lush, the prickly grass becomes soft. I hate spring.

Five days ago I mowed my grass and it was perfect. Then it rained. For five days. ::sigh:: I have a lawn care company come and fertilize my lawn for me. They do a great job. Sometimes too great.

It took me close to three hours to cut it. I don’t own acres, in fact, I don’t even own an acre. What I am the proud owner of now though, is eight full bags of cut grass. That’s a lot of grass. When I finally finished I sat down, ticked off that my evening was destroyed by my ridiculously long, lush grass.

I fired up the grill, cracked open a “Mike’s Hard Lime” and sat on the deck, admiring my truly artistic grass cutting abilities. As I sat there I heard the low whirring of my pool pump. I smelled the smoke from my grill. I heard the three most beautiful girls in the world giggling about the newest of Ella’s words. I watched as my dog would bring me his ball to throw......again and again and again. I took a deep breath of the fresh air that spring had brought without worrying about the Swine Flu, or the stock market. I didn’t wonder if GM will survive or if the war will be over soon. I just smelled my cut grass, sipped my Hard Lime, and was content with how right MY world is.

Cutting the grass is food for the soul. I am convinced of that.