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Today I Love My Ragged Yard


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Today I love my ragged yard out front with all its so called weeds and bio-diverse culture going on. I love how it represents the way a world could be, room for everyone and everyone enjoying each other’s company. I love that my lawn keeps making me think I need to cut it because it’s so height diverse and then I realize that I’ve been conditioned to believe that lawns need to be uniform in height, and yet I have no answer when I ask myself why that is. I love that it is easy to be okay with it when it looks so pasture like and even pastoral and bucolic in its own way. I love that I’m fairly certain the rabbit that greets us out front every workday morning feels the same as I do about our lawn and is happy to know of a place that has no poison and offers a buffet instead of just grass. I love that one of the funniest things I’ve seen recently is a rabbit chewing on the stem of a dandelion and seeing the flower get closer and closer to his face, I wish I’d had a camera handy when that happened. I love that the yellow dandelions have all finished blooming for now and the lawn is taking on new shades of red and pink and purple from the diversity of its makeup and is also spotted with shades of white here and ther among the various greens and rusts that we present to the street for inspection.

Today I love that I got lots of writing done yesterday and I’m hoping to finish that off today and get some recording done so I can then go get some groceries and get to an appointment and get some cooking done in time for supper. I love that I got a lot of laundry done yesterday and the rumble of the washer was musical in the background. I love remembering my grandma doing laundry and her insistence that we kids stay well back from that old machine so that we didn’t accidentally get pulled in to the wringer. I love that the vision of us sitting on chairs ten feet away, and not moving so she knew where we were still makes me laugh with happiness for while we weren’t to move when the wringer was being run we were encouraged to talk and make jokes and plans for the day.

Today I love the sun breaking through the clouds and saying, “Nope, this is a summer day, let’s get some warmth in here.” I love that the breeze through the window all last night was fresh and cool and made the blankets feel like warm friends. I love this time of year as much as any, but what I really love is when I know exactly why I love the season I’m in and am able to enjoy it.

Today I love moving purposely through my list of jobs, starting with this one of inventorying the things I love, that I get to do with a cup of coffee at my side.

Today I Love My Ragged Yard


Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live on the traditional lands of the Chippewas of Nawash in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or 7 generations and my First Nations friend's families go back hundreds of generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I am a freelance writer and I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about living with ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

email me at ADHD Man


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Babcock, K. (2020). Today I Love My Ragged Yard. Psych Central. Retrieved on October 24, 2020, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2020/08/today-i-love-my-ragged-yard/

 

Last updated: 5 Aug 2020
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