Mulch the day lilies and the vines, weed the perennials that can winter over and dump (or " unplant" as I prefer to call it since we compost all the vegetation and save every bit of plastic that we can to reuse rather than waste) the annuals. Water what the sprinklers don't reach, greet the customers that can't read the signs that say we are closed and enjoy myself.
I pulled a bobbin out of my pocket ( the "button" for the day ) and shared my minds meanderings for today's chapter,. I am thinking the bobbin represents the unseen work, I said. It is hidden underneath the thread plate where it diligently catches the thread from the visible spool. Without that second small sturdy, hidden spool of thread there would be no stitch made. Few realize the work that goes into making a dress, or today, to keeping a nursery going. Everyone comes to buy Mother's Day Baskets full and lush with color and vibrant life without giving much thought to the fact that they were once seeds. That they were planted - and probably uppotted - watered, weeded, lugged from bench to bench to hanger, perhaps to your car for you before they adorned your foyer or porch or deck.
Every endeavor has a bobbin. We see the finished products of life; the beautiful dress with fine stitches on the runway, the bouquet of flowers in the hands of the bride. the banquet on the table, the cabin or castle ready to move into, but none of them materialized from nothing. Without the bobbins doing the hidden work there would be no material, no dress, no flowers, no cake, no home.
I could go on and on about the work we do not see being done, the labors of love and responsibility but really, we all know this story. Sometimes we ARE the bobbins, sometimes we simply borrow the dress, or buy the cake but we know in our hearts the work that goes in to making life as we know it, easy, pretty, fun, simple. Still, once in a while it is useful to carry a bobbin in your pocket and ponder it all, and give thanks.
Every endeavor has a bobbin. We see the finished products of life; the beautiful dress with fine stitches on the runway, the bouquet of flowers in the hands of the bride. the banquet on the table, the cabin or castle ready to move into, but none of them materialized from nothing. Without the bobbins doing the hidden work there would be no material, no dress, no flowers, no cake, no home.
I could go on and on about the work we do not see being done, the labors of love and responsibility but really, we all know this story. Sometimes we ARE the bobbins, sometimes we simply borrow the dress, or buy the cake but we know in our hearts the work that goes in to making life as we know it, easy, pretty, fun, simple. Still, once in a while it is useful to carry a bobbin in your pocket and ponder it all, and give thanks.
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