I am every woman!

Nothing makes me feel more accomplished than when I do yard work.  Sweat of my brow, biceps pumpin, and legs aching.  Whether Aaron lets me have the mower (that’s right he’s very attached), trimming the landscaping, or like today, lopping off tree branches in the front yard, there is something about working outside.  It’s the perfect escape from the noise of every day life.  Growing up, my dad wouldn’t let me touch a lawn mower or any other yard tool for that matter.  Aaron’s mom taught me how to use a lawn mower four days after my gall bladder surgery in 1998.  I remember it well.  What a sweat, it felt so good to be outside smelling the fresh mown grass after being a couch potato for several days.  It’s hard to believe I didn’t touch a lawn mower until I was in my late twenties.  It wasn’t that I led a sheltered life, it’s just that my dad and brothers did all the outside work and I took care of the inside of the house.  Well, I took a break to expand on my morning activities, back to the wheelbarrow and my branches while Aaron slaves away on the bench.  It’s a good day!