Our daughter, all of four years old, came home reminding us that "Life is life." When we were upset about milk going bad in the fridge, she'd say, "Life is life."
Today, life is good. There's no more helpless feeling when one's job is to rake up all the leaves than looking up at the pear tree variant in our front yard stubborning retaining all of its leaves, which have remained green until Thanksgiving.
This week is the last town-wide leaf pickup. Last night we had winds so gusty the house was shaking. This morning, all the leaves came down. I'm hoping I haven't used all my good luck by combining available time, empty yard bags, and a reasonable raking morning and bagging all those leaves BEFORE the yard waste truck has come around.
And part of me, looking up at the last few leaves up in that tree, is aware that there are people celebrating much larger and more important victories than I this morning. People are making deals, scoring in court, helping others, healing the sick, laying down policy to help the homeless and feed the hungry (I hope) here I am celebrating a timely empty tree and full yard bags. Celebrating getting a good breakfast in my kid and a safe, timely walk to school.