The grass in the foreground of this photo is our grass and you can see our neighbors' grass is not greener, ours is. That's because our neighbors have been mowing their lawns and we haven't.
This isn’t a blog about envy or coveting your neighbor’s crap (I meant to write crop, but crap made me laugh so I left it in) but let’s go there for a few paragraphs because I can tie the proverb to our desire to be organized, and then I’ll share what I’ve learned this month about what the grass is always doing besides being greener someplace else.
When I was a slob, I definitely envied organized people. Those specific people I knew are not in my life anymore: my mom, several of my neighbors, my minister’s wife, my husband’s boss’s wife, my husband and of course Martha Stewart was constantly barking around every corner, luring me into hundreds of creative messes and nudging me to have, do and be all.