Inches

Those last few inches, those last few seconds! Oh how they burn!

Toiling for months is more enjoyable than waiting for the scant few minutes at the end when there’s nothing left to do. Agony!

Oh give me a hundred square miles of yard to tend rather than a foot of grass to watch grow.

I’m working on it. Like all things, it takes time.

Agonizing time.

Music helps.