A Labor of Love

Happy Labor Day.

This weekend, which should be the weekend that leads us into the first day of school, but isn't (because last week was), has been a lovely, lazy end-of-summer weekend nonetheless.

The boy was encouraged by his father to help "clean up" in the garden and around the house. This is how he earns his spending money. The clean up turned into a secret place, just by removing a few weeds and overgrown things. I couldn't say what any of the overgrown things might have been because I was born without a gardening gene.

Suffice to say, there is a dirt path going through the middle of the garden that some industrious soul planted years ago. At the front of the garden is a leafy, low-hanging tree that creates a canopy over the dirt path. Underneath the tree is a bushy thing that is evergreen and turns yellow-gold in the summer. This completes the privacy screen to the road.

On the house side of the garden are beautiful tall flower things that attract butterflies and bees. The insect life seems very happy there, and the flowers smell really good to humans.

After running some train track through the newly excavated secret garden area, we had a ribbon ceremony, invited a few neighbors over for a peak, and ended up having dinner out there yesterday and lunch out there today.

It's a lovely little place to hang out. Especially if you are under five feet tall. I am not, but that Boy is so proud of his work, and he loves it in there. And that makes me very happy.

A little labor of love for Labor Day.