My husband and I can get on each other's nerves.
He's so....
And I'm so.....
So we bother each other.
We typically cannot do projects around the house together.
We work differently...
Translate: wrong
He does things the wrong way.
He claims I do them the wrong way...
When he claims that, he says: "There are 100 ways to do something, 99 of which aren't your way..."
But that saying doesn't apply to his way...hmmmm...
So that's where we part ways...
BUT.
Yard work is a completely different thing...
Maybe it's the fresh air...
the singing birds...
the sun on our backs...
But we work together beautifully.
We agree.
We compromise.
We are less critical.
We find solutions.
And we make beautiful landscapes together.
Today marks the end of a big honking yard project.
We had to replace our septic sand filter last fall.
The back yard was torn to bits.
Then we put in a sprinkler system.
The front yard joined in the fun!
The yard has been torn up for months...
and months.
We've worked on the yard all spring...
planting flowers...
planting the garden...
spreading beauty bark...
laying stepping stones...
re-edging flower beds...
Today, the grass was hydroseeded...
We have lawn hope.
It is good.
Not only because grass is good...
But because it's good to work together.
To reap the rewards of unity.
Even if we disagree on how to organize a closet...
or what constitutes tidy...
or who takes out the trash...
Our yard is a testament to the possibilities...
and the joys of marital bondage...er....bonding.
Colossians 3:14
And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.
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