Last week I spent several hours watering grasses. We had planted several thousand tiny grass plugs along the sandy banks of our shore at our bay house to help stabilize the sand. Two days later the sun is intense and the little ones are drying out. My husband Tom got out a huge variety of garden hoses including some borrowed from neighbors and we begin the task of watering each one. “Water each grass twice. The first one is to prepare the plant to drink, the second time is so that the water will be absorbed,” Tom instructs.
Even though it is early morning it is already blazing hot and about an hour into the project Tom points out that the hose nozzle I have been gripping has a lock that will hold it on. Just like when you pump gas for your car! You do not have to hold down the nozzle the whole time. I use the lock and am grateful because my hand was getting cramped and tired. However as we proceed — for another hour — I notice that I can’t seem to remember to stop pressing hard on the trigger, even though it is now locked in place.
I immediately know that I have a metaphor worth writing about! How many things in life do we do with more effort than required! I know for myself: many. For example, on the long drive back to Charlottesville later in the week I notice that I am gripping the steering wheel instead of simply touching it lightly to steer the car. What might we do with this extra effort if we could re-direct it in a useful direction?…