Sitting on the edge of my bed to put on my shoes, I grumble a bit in my spirit. I’m about to load the trunk of the minivan with a week’s worth of garbage. Smelly garbage because the mice have made a sudden, unwelcome return and there are a few mixed in with packaging and dirty diapers and junk mail. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we moved to the country, but we never thought to even inquire about trash service.
Who in the city really thinks about things like that? It never occurred to me that there might be places where the trash wasn’t picked up. The do-it-yourself country attitude already set our land on fire. Now it is filling my mini-van with garbage. For just $18.50 a month, we get to haul our own garbage into town to dump in the garbage man’s dumpsters.
What a deal. I never even knew how much I wanted a pick-up until now.
So I’m sitting on my bed, in no particular hurry to get my shoes on. It occurs to me that perhaps I should show a little more patience to the children in their dallying, for here I am. Dilly dallying. They’re all outside waiting on me.
I look out my window. At the green grass, the blue sky, the old barns and the farmland beyond. I smile. The view always does that for me. My husband and I are in agreement that someday, someday, when all the bills are paid, the improvements made, the projects finished, someday we’ll knock out this wall and make an enormous picture window.
And then, there’s my son. Just running. Running through knee deep grass, the wind in his face, joy beaming from his every move. Running, and jumping over stands of weeds. Running back to try it again. Running and prancing and shaking his head. Biting at an imaginary bit, he turns and runs and this time clears the weeds and trots around in a large, victorious circle.
It reminds me of when we first bought this property, but were still living at our old house.
“Mom, when we finally move, we probably aren’t going to be so interested in TV, anymore. There’s just too much to do.”
Indeed there is.
Funny how such small things can change your perspective and remind you of why you are where you are. I load the car with the garbage, make a face at the girls in the back seat as I ask if they want their windows open and call my young stallion to the car.
I leave feeling contentment and joy, even at the reality of driving my garbage in to town. It is such a small price to pay for a landscape on which to build our dreams.