Daydreams

Yesterday I was working on the big bed in the back yard.  In the 8 weeks since I last worked the bed, the violets, baby oak trees and devil's grass had taken over the Japanese irises.  Violets are a pain in the butt, but relatively easy to remove. Just grab the whole bunch and pull...oh so slowly.  Baby oak trees require much digging to ferret out the acorn, then they are pretty easy to get rid of as well. But devil's grass - oh, the agony!

While working on the devil's grass, I fell into a meditative state, like the one my neighbor told me about.  In my meditation, I was dreaming about all of the other things I could be doing rather than gardening. You know, from my 20 years in corporate America.  Instead of pulling the accursed grass, I could be:

• Attending a staff meeting in which we discussed the same thing we had discussed for the previous 24 months.
• Or, I could be dealing in office politics with people who were power hungry or simply wanted fame and fortune, rather than the good of the project/team/business. 
• Or, I could be on the phone attending an unending status meeting about a project I had little to do with. 
• Or, I could be providing training to folks who had no interest in the content... better yet, with those who were opposed to the content and felt the need to vocalize their feelings in the most negative way possible. 

 Ahhhh... any or all of those would be held in the glory of an artificially lit, well air-conditioned  cubicle farm.  Could there be anything better?

My dreamlike meditation ended as the sweat from my face poured onto my sunglasses, making it impossible to see the grass in front of me. Coming to, I realized how much I really hated gardening.