I was headed for the local botanical garden to soak up some foggy Spring beauty. On the way, the noisy world of men rankled my reverie.
Hey! Watch it!
Sheesh. The noise!
Click on this one for the beauty of azaleas and a man at work.
Moving through Spring landscapes I found myself noticing the messes men make. Waiting for my folded-egg-on-a-plain-bagel, I jockeyed to get out of the way of a delivery truck. Then I heard the racket through the chain-link fence and snapped a picture of the men and machinery tearing up the landscape.
When I arrived with my sack of breakfast at the Botanical Gardens - more men - making more racket. How is a woman supposed to enjoy the beauty, the serenity of Spring?! Then I started to really look and really consider what I was seeing. The road bed, the pavement and curbs, the McDonald restaurant, the electric and phone lines overhead, the parking lot I sat in, the layout of the gardens and the light posts being installed - men. Men working hard. Men creating the surfaces and structures that make it possible for me to enjoy my life. So. I offer a salute to men. Noisy, dusty, sweaty and grimy men. Really. What would our world be without them? God bless 'em.
P.S. Don't get me wrong. I love my white-collar (OK, you guys! - I didn't know I'd written 'white-color'!) hubby, son, friends etc., but I needed to share my growing appreciation for the fellas who come home dirty and sore and will get up the next day to do more of the hard physical work that keeps our towns and cities running smoothly and indeed - looking lovely.