Fruits of Labor

This was my counter a few weeks ago. As you can tell from this picture, I was overwhelmed with the amount of produce I had to use or store so that it wouldn't go to waste.

It took a lot of work to get it like this:

Now, I have always tried getting around work, looking for a short cut, or just trudging through it, hoping for it to end. But lately, I've discovered the wondrous enjoyment I get from doing work. There is a certain satisfaction that just can't be replaced by taking a short cut or having someone else do it for you.

This is what I discovered while spending three days in a row to get to the bottom of all those boxes of apples, and what I kept reminding myself when my back ached from standing all day, and when I burned myself from hot apple jam mix jumping right out of the pot and landing on my wrist.

But now I can enjoy the fruits of my labor, both in satisfaction, and because I get to eat it.