Sometimes our neighbors look at us and do not understand what they see.
Example:
In our front yard were two large Maple trees. Due to various changes to our roads/curbing/paving/sewer installation, etc., one of the trees was stressed and needed to be cut down.
One beautiful, sunny day my neighbors were in for quite a bit of entertainment. I used my knowledge of tree climbing and my skill at pruning/cutting/trimming trees; climbed the tree with ropes and a saw and began to systematically remove the tree limb by limb. I was having a blast. To me, this was fun.
Under the healthy Maple tree, enjoying the shade, nice and comfortable was my husband. He was busy polishing his motorcycle so it was shiny and beautiful. He was having a blast. To him, it was fun.
I am convinced that the neighbors thought that my husband was in insensitive, lazy, uncaring man and an irresponsible husband to 'force' his wife to do manual labor cutting down a tree.
Little did they know that I got joy just knowing that each of us, my husband and his shiny motorcycle and me and my soon-to-be-gone tree, each of us was having a blast.
Treasure your spouse and allow her or him to be free.
Oh, I should add that my dad had given me a two-man saw. After my husband was satisfied with the shine on his chrome and after I had removed all the limbs from the Maple tree, we worked in rhythm, (and with no cursing
), each of us working only on the pull, using the two-man saw to remove the main trunk of the Maple tree.
I (yes, me, personally
) replaced the Maple with a Kwanzan Cherry; a Star Magnolia; assorted Hosta, Azalea, annuals, perennials and bulbs; and added some Blue Rug Juniper to cover the tree stump. Guess you can figure out where hubby was while I was doing all that 'work'.