Picking up sticks in the backyard, I understand my father’s work ethic. It is pleasant to have something to do, especially something that involves being outdoors and is something that you can finish and clearly say, “There, it’s done.”

When we were kids, he would tell us to pick up sticks before he mowed the yard, but we never wanted to. There was always so much else to do. We could be playing with our friends, watching TV, riding our bikes, shooting hoops. Picking up sticks wasn’t fun. We only did it begrudgingly out of obedience. Even then, we did the bare minimum to pass Dad’s inspection (which we often failed).

Now, it’s all work. What’s fun is productive, useful. So I can either sit inside and work on my laptop or go outside and pick up sticks. Picking up sticks is less complicated. And I get to be outside, soaking up some sun and stretching my sore back.