As I walk out to retrieve the morning paper a light rain begins to fall. I survey the yard, strewn with a hundred seedpods from the Magnolia that dominates the center of our front lawn. They must be picked up so I can mow; in preparation for the next group of pods to fall.
Since it is a light shower and it will pass before too long, I retreat inside to read the news and consider my day. As I sit here, in my study, the house is quiet, with only the sounds of the rain and the occasional ker-thunk of a falling seedpod to remind me of my Sisyphean task.