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.
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