Sometimes, helping people isn't easy.
Sometimes, doing good for others hurts. A lot.
Sometimes, you just don't feel like doing it.
And then you see this:
That alone will motivate even the coldest heart to jump in to do this:
Two years ago we did not know this woman's name. We did not know that she lost her husband in 2000. We did not know that she had two children and six grandchildren. We did not know that she was a lot like my grandma.
We didn't know that she had the biggest yard with the biggest, fullest trees in Indiana.
If we knew that last bit, we may not have signed up when our church put out a call for families and groups to help elderly parishioners with their yard work.
Our family was paired with this lovely lady, and I almost cried when I saw her yard.
This is our third year helping Mrs. G. And by helping, I mean spending hour upon hour upon hour raking and bagging leaves. Each year, when the temperatures start to dip, I think of Mrs. G and her leaves. Each year I think, "Oh my word, I don't want to do that again." But each year we do.
Did you see that picture? Did I mention that she's 90?!?!
Honestly, how can you say no to a woman who drags her walker around a tree for half an hour in order to collect a tiny pile of leaves?
A woman who always has ice cream sandwiches or homemade cookies, depending on the weather, waiting for us. A woman who gushes with gratitude the whole time we are there. A woman who has volunteered untold hours in her lifetime doing good deeds for others.
We just can't say no. We're all in. Till death do us part.
Today, we completed round one of Coop Family vs. Hellish Leaf Pile.
The kids work so hard while we are there. Even the little guys pitch in and do their part.
Of course, all work and no play is frowned upon. When you have this many leaves staring you in the face, there must be some play time.
For two and a half hours, we raked and bagged leaves.
100 bags actually, give or take a few.
I don't know if you noticed, but in each of these photos, you can see lots of trees with green leaves all over them.
Those green leaves were taunting us all afternoon. We could actually hear them whispering, "Go ahead. Rake those leaves. You can't win. When you least expect it, we'll send in another attack. And you'll be back. Again and again. Bwahaha."
We'll be waiting. And watching. Our rakes are at the ready.
Although, I will need to run out and get a few hundred more leaf bags.
But then we'll be ready.
Have a lovely day!
Hope you find somewhere to heap those leaves and leave (pun not intended!) them be for a year to 18 months! In that time, they will turn into the most beautiful leaf mould, and just what new plants need to nourish them and keep the darn weeds off!ReplyDelete
Happy raking - and you'll get your rightful rewards: all of you!
We do compost some of our leaves at home, but not hers. There really is nowhere to put them. There are enough leaves to nourish the entire neighborhood.Delete
We'll try to keep smiles on our faces. Even through those last bags a month from now.
Holy crap, that's a lot of bags of leaves! Good job, I'm sure she appreciates the help.ReplyDelete
Understatement of the year, sister. She and her kids very much appreciate the help. She once told me that we didn't need to do them all, as her son could finish them. And then I met her son. He's old, too!Delete
What an awesome wonderful thing to do! So inspired.ReplyDelete
Thank you, but it really is good for all of us. The kids have taken a liking to her and actually want to help her now.Delete
Maybe that's what I need to get some help, a walker. Just did mine Saturday. Wish you guys lived closer!ReplyDelete
Well, you do have two daughters who live within the city limits... Ha! I crack myself up.Delete
We have a Mrs G in Michigan. She's 89 husband 92. Got them through the church. 30 minutes away from us one way!ReplyDelete
Ha! Let me guess. Dad was still there when you got to Grandma's, the three of you started discussing the conversation I just had with Grandma, and Dad said, "You should read her blog!"Delete
Holy cow, do you or the couple live far away from church? At least our Mrs. G lives a block away from the kids' school. We'll be heading over there again on Monday.
I wish we could be in Ohio with you all.