"it's too early"-or is it? 82/366

Early last week I noticed that my flowerbeds need some serious attention.

Friday I tackled one.

Finishing it felt good. 

Until I turned and looked at the lawn.

UGH.

Holes from dogs digging,

brown spots

and sporadic dense, tall growth. 

It would look better if it was all the same height.

But it wasn't even spring yet.

It was too early to mow.

Saturday was cold.

There were puddles.

Clouds filled the sky.

It was not a good day to be outside working.

So I tackled inside cleaning.

Today has been partly sunny.

Those tall tufts weren't getting any shorter.

It was in the low 50's.

the forecast says more rain is coming.

So I mowed.
The first person on my street to do so which felt odd.
The brown, bald spots are still there,
but the wild, thick patches have been tamed.
And now, a few hours after I've finished, I hear the hum of a neighbors mower.

This afternoon I battled whether or not to mow,

thinking "it's too early",

and  "once you start you can't quit",

weighing those truths against the practical truth the grass will only continue to grow.

Mowing came early this year. So did Spring.*

This evening I am reflecting on life and wondering...

is there something that needs my attention?
Something I haven't done 

because "no one else is/has..."

or ____________.

Nothing specific is coming to mind.

but I feel like this is a warning of sorts,

that when something does come to my attention,

and "it's time", 

I need to do what I need to do.

Regardless of what my neighbors have or have not done.

It's never too early to do the next right thing, even if you are the only one doing it.

I was wrong on Friday. It was already Spring!

*"The vernal equinox fell on Thursday March 19 nationwide this year.

 It's the earliest start to spring since 1896." (thanks Google)