Our place at the lake is near a lot of farmland – after all, this county was primarily rural before the land for the lake was impounded when the dam was built in the late 1960’s.
As we travel to our cabin, we pass many fields that, at one time, were planted with nursery stock – trees, shrubs, and other plants.
While the first step in any task is to begin, the work cannot be complete until the job is finished. For one reason or another, these plantings were never removed to be sold as plants to enhance someone’s yard.
Instead, they have been untended and allowed to grow. And grow. And now the plants are so large it would be difficult, if not impossible, to dig the roots sufficiently so that the they would continue to thrive in another spot.
I do not say any of this judgmentally. The fields are beautiful with this variety of trees and bushes, especially at this flower-filled time of year.
And it makes me ponder the incomplete work in my own life.
What have I started that is still unfinished? How could I make better use of the resources at my disposal? What plans would be profitable, financially or emotionally, if I saw them through to the end I originally had in mind?
Time to take stock of my own tasks – to re-evaluate some current priorities and make plans for some long untended follow-through.