When I got back from DC on Saturday, i spent some time in the garden picking up the leaves. They were covering everything, as they will do at this time of the year.
When I started to pick them up, Stephen suggested I wait until after the storm, since there are still many more leaves on the trees than on the ground. I saw his point, but I couldn't resist cleaning up a bit.
In times of uncertainty, it can be soothing to concentrate on something mundane. Of course I did more than concentrate: I fantasized about becoming a professional leaf remover, thus combining my passion and my talent into a financially rewarding career.
Regrettably, I don't think there are many careers that involve picking up leaves by hand in small gardening spaces. Or if there are, they probably don't pay very well.
Still, there's something to be said for knowing what you're good at, and what you're not, even if it's just picking up leaves. Even if it's a skill that doesn't exactly have a lasting impact, as I learned this morning when I went back into the garden and saw what the early winds of the approaching hurricane had done.
Stephen was right, in other words. But as I thought about picking them up again, I realized that so was I.