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One Hour at a Time

“Near the top of the hillside, there were five pine trees in a row. Bob and I planted those trees fifty years before this day. In fact, a couple of them were our Christmas trees nearly a half-century before this day…” Pennsylvania author Lynda McKinney Lambert explores what can be accomplished in only One Hour at a Time.

Post #225

26 May 2020

 

“One Hour at a Time”

by Lynda McKinney Lambert

 

Three years ago~

I  stood on the hillside that separates our property from the neighbors.  This is a view that I see daily from the bay window in our dining room.  The window faces the north-east and brings light into the house early in the day.

Near the top of the hillside, there were five pine trees in a row.  Bob and I planted those trees fifty years before this day.  In fact, a couple of them were our Christmas trees nearly a half-century ago.

We called in the tree service to give us advice on what to do, and of course, we already knew that it was time for the towering trees to come down.  Like most people who plant trees near their homes, we never realized how large they would grow and how much of a danger they would be to the house eventually.  But now we knew what we had to do.  The trees were taken down, and it was surprising how much space and light  there was without those trees.

After the trees were gone, we now had to face the thick and fast-growing weeds that soon filled the area. It was a tangled and out-of-control mess!   I wanted to begin the work of clearing it out and making it an attractive garden.
But, when I stood there looking at this jungle that was about eighty feet in length, I became overwhelmed at the prospect of beginning. I was at a loss of how to begin to clear it up – I felt defeated at the thought of facing this challenge.

As the days turned into weeks, I finally had an inspiration of what I could do to begin to make this space into something positive and lovely.  Two words came into my mind – One Hour!

Yes, I thought that perhaps I can do anything for just one hour, no matter how much work it will be.

A quiet internal voice asked,
“What might  happen today if  you go outside and begin to pull weeds and cut out unwanted plants for just one hour?”

“Just one hour?”

I will begin, and in one hour, I will stop.  I will look around and see what I accomplished in one Hour.

When the Hour was up – I stopped to survey the progress.  The amount of cleaned-up space surprised me so much that I kept on working for nearly 2 hours. Now, I was excited, and I could see that this was a project that can happen and have good results if I just give myself one Hour a day to work on it.

As summer progressed, the Hosta Plants and the Lilies and Ferns took root and began to thrive.
I bought a nice new hose that was lightweight and easy to move around.  Morning and evening, I was often tending my hillside garden.  I put in a few solar lantern lights, and it was so thrilling when evening came, and I could see the little lights coming on one at a time.
My garden had a magical feeling to it – and I asked Bob to come and take a walk with me in the twilight so we could see the yard light up as we walked arm in arm down the sidewalk.

I did it all, One Hour at a Time.

 

Today ~
This is my third springtime to work on that hillside.

To be honest about it, I feel overwhelmed almost as much as I was 3 years ago.

 I am facing all the weeds that took over during the winter and early spring months.

But here is what is different this year.

 I remember that I can do this again.

I’ll do it just one Hour at a time.

I can’t wait to see how it looks when I am finished.

 

I love when the lilies are blooming,

the Hostas waving  their lavender flags,

and the ferns moving gently  in the  breeze.

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If you live the life you love, you will get the blessings from above.

~Van Morrison (Irish mystic)

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Mission Statement for Lynda McKinney Lambert, Author & Artist

My Books

I am the keeper of memories. I reveal what is forgotten, lost, or unseen.
I bring  Gifts  to the King  through spare poems and thoughtful personal essays.
I bring Gifts to the King  through brilliant colors, precious materials, and tiny movements of my slender needle – one stitch at a time.
My writing and my artworks are personal prayers, my Gifts to the King.
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“Self Portrait” by Lynda McKinney Lambert.

Photo taken at the Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh, PA.
“I’ll see you at the top!”

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