I don't know about you, but growing up and living out here on the ranch, Labor Day was not a day to go camping or take a vacation, but instead, a day to labor. Usually we painted something like a house, did yard work, planted trees, or cut firewood.
Today, nothing's changed for us. Because one of our friends has a gravel truck and another friend has a road grader and they both are taking the day off, we were lucky enough to be able to borrow both implements over the weekend. My guys are in 7th Heaven. They've been hauling gravel over old trails that have deep ruts. They're graveling much-traveled trails to pastures and hay fields, and they're dumping gravel by barn doors and shed doors that have been sadly neglected. It's work, but it's work that brings them great pleasure because it's something they don't *get* to do every day.
Ernest Ralph Norling (American artist, 1892-1974)
Today I'll be out mowing my yards and then I'll rev up the pressure canner and get some peaches and tomatoes into jars for the winter. It's what we do. Sometimes we lay down one kind of work for another that seems a little more pleasing or different, and it just feels restful somehow, even if it's not rest.
Happy Labor Day--whatever you're doing!
Images from a terrific art blog called It's About Time.