When you buy a new-construction home, you get to see first-hand the skill and confidence of the men who work with heavy equipment. What I loved about the guy who seeded our yard was the joy he took in his work. While grading the yard, he manuvered the bull dozer with the skill of a brain surgeon, taking obvious care to get the yard just right. He seeded carefully and thoroughly. And then he sprayed straw.
While spraying the straw, I saw a huge grin on his face that made me run for the camera. Alas, I didn't capture his joy at using that heavy equipment in pixels. He was nearing the end of a long day of hard labor, but he pushed bales of straw into the spreader and then watched that straw flying through the yard like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He was making it happen, with his own two hands and heavy equipment.
Kid in a candy store. That's what he reminded me of.
In so many ways, our culture has lost its appreciation of skilled labor, of hard physical work, of a job well done. We take the work of others for granted, only noticing when the job isn't well done, when we have an opportunity to complain. George and I both come from working class roots. His grandfathers were a plumber and carpenter, mine was an auto mechanic. We've enjoyed chatting with the laborers who have made our home.
As I watch the green blush of new grass rising through the straw two weeks after that photo was taken, I want to sing for those heroes who made it possible. Here's to them and their heavy equipment.
What unsung heroes do you want to call out this week?