For some reason, working out in the yard doing spring cleanup reminds me of divorce. Perhaps because five years ago, I was so infuriated with the overgrowth that I took shrubs from taller than the house down to manageable levels….while my ex sat on the other side of the wall doing who knows what.
Also because for the two winters while we were divorcing, it was common for him to drive by my house on his way to visit a former neighbor while I was outside working in the yard. A messed up version of an “I’m not touching you” game that thankfully didn’t last very long.
I ran into the ex-neighbor husband not long ago and while he nodded in acknowledgment of me, I didn’t return the gesture.
While divorcing, my father commented on the topic of yard maintenance, to which I replied: “Who exactly do you think was doing it while I was married?”
I don’t mind doing yard work and even enjoy it to some degree. During a “discussion” five years ago, my ex mentioned that I seemed to have the yard maintenance well under control. To which I remember thinking: Did you seriously just opt out of participating in the outdoor maintenance??? It’s shocking that we’re no longer married.
At this time last year, I had no energy to give to outdoor maintenance. None. Well, I’m certainly paying for it this year. I will probably end up sunburned and am definitely sore after getting back out there. The fifteen minute fight to get a weed/tree excavated was super fun.
My legs would also like to know what the hell I’ve been thinking the past few days. I did actually do some yard work last summer, but it was nowhere close to what’s typically required. My house is “established” which is code for…neglect yard work for too long and it becomes a beast to get back in order.
To the neighbors whose children received a language framework of curses while walking by my front yard the past few days: you’re welcome.
Three years post-divorce, as much as doing yard work brings back memories they’re no longer painful memories, now they just make me laugh. And I am grateful every day to be single.
I often keep music with me while doing yard work and heard Taylor Swift’s Enchanted, Stevie Nicks’s Enchanted and the anthem to my divorce by Swift, Out of the Woods. Oh, the magic and memories.
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