Today, a dramatic storm blew through northwest Iowa. Although predicted for the general area, it came up quickly and ferociously, with winter like winds.
I loved watching it and listening to it, shutting off the TV so there were no distractions.
Later, when I went outside, I was startled to see a huge section of our ash tree on the driveway.
Sticks large and small were thrown about.
I started to pick them up, which made me recall this short essay I wrote on 9-21-2010, after another storm, in Omaha:
Whenever I see sticks on the lawn, I have to go out and pick them up. The exercise of bending over often, walking around the yard, and holding more than my hands can comfortably hold until I get to the yard waste bin, is really quite fun!
However, I always wish that the grandkids or neighborhood kids were with me, so they could enjoy this fun also (ha ha).
Just like the game.
Enjoy your games!