While standing at the window, I survey the vastness of my realm.
It's tiny actually. Maybe 30 feet from the front of the house to the street and perhaps 60 feet wide.
As small as it is, I sometimes have difficulty finding the motivation to go out and pick up the fallen limbs from our ancient maple tree. When I do, I just toss them over into our gravel driveway so that I can drive over them and crush them into dust so that nature takes its course more quickly.
I have hired a local boy to do our mowing because I just don't want to any more.
I did, however, rake back in the fall. I shredded the leaves and poured them into my flowerbeds to act as a weed barrier and to feed the shrubs growing there.
5 minute freewrite prompt standing at the window
