I Wouldn’t Call It Work

But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you seek him with all your heart and with all your soul, Deuteronomy 4:28-30, NIV

Also known as sour sop. In the same family as the pawpaw.

Also known as sour sop. In the same family as the pawpaw.

This was the best Saturday in a long time. I forced myself to sleep all the way until 9am. That’s hard to do when the sun comes up around 5:30. It was a euphoric state of sleep I haven’t been able to reach in nearly a year, probably more. Maybe you know the kind I’m talking about. In and out, aware of sounds around you, but you just don’t care. Your body is entirely relaxed. And, oh, the best part–the DROOL!. I finally woke up feeling rested: the first time since our move a little over three weeks ago. Really? Wow! March has passed quickly.

What about the rest of the day? Yard work. But I wouldn’t really call it work. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Today’s tasks consisted of mostly cleaning, a little pruning, and a gutter that hadn’t been cleaned in way too long. The compost from decayed leaves was several inches thick. My garden gloves saved me from touching a frightened lizard and a scary, hairy spider.

I couldn’t resist checking on the progress of a few guanabanas. Still not ripe. This week I discovered that there were actually five trees in total, not three like I originally thought. When ready, the spines will become less pronounced. The inside contains a pulpy white fruit with black seeds. The seeds are toxic, so those are discarded. The pulp is used to make a sweet, citrus-flavored drink. It’s popular in local restaurants. Researches have determined that the fruit can kill cancer cells. I don’t know if it really works, but it sure is tasty. And based on the number of flowers on all five trees, Lord willing, there sure will be a lot of guanabana juice in our future.

Yard work is a time for me to meditate and pray. So much can be accomplished, both visible and invisible. It’s a time for me to take a break from all the distractions of this crazy world and practice the verse from above. A sunburned neck, tired arms, and dusty feet are the only physical signs from today’s “work.” But inwardly, I’ve been refreshed.

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One comment on “I Wouldn’t Call It Work
  1. How did you learn all of these great things about tropical plants? Hoping that we have an opportunity to do the same when we come down, but this prairie girl has a lot to learn about rain forest country.

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