I think what caught my attention about Gogo and her hobos is that we never really understand the lasting impact of the little kindnesses we do for each other. Our small acts of generosity will echo through the years into the lives of people we don’t know.
As most of you know, I come from a long line of farmers who hate to throw anything out. Even though I live in Atlanta, I still keep every Mason jar I can get my hands on and hoard the black plastic pots that I get from the garden center. I sometimes find a use for these things, but probably not enough to warrant all the extra energy it takes to deal with the clutter they create. I just can’t find an excuse to throw out a perfectly good manufactured item. I inherited the agri-engineering gene that has been passed...
Some days, I feel like I have not accomplished enough, and that makes me feel guilty. My manual lawn mower allows me to alleviate that feeling in 15 minutes or less. I can mow an egregious patch of grass and get in some cardio all in one fell swoop. It’s a twofer.
This is the time of year when the Southern gardener goes from DEFCON 5 to 1 in an afternoon. What was once the genteel pastime of hosing potted plants and raised beds in long and leisurely swishes with a garden sprayer set on SHOWER immediately transforms into a rescue mission with settings on JET or FULL.