There comes a time when life’s simple pleasures, such as enjoying a good cup of coffee while solving the problems of the world, become a necessary part of the daily routine. During this hour of conversation each day with my boyfriend, I not only get my caffeine fix, but it helps me put everything in perspective, as the sun highlights his blue eyes and graying hair at the temples, I know all is well.

There comes a time when life’s simple pleasures, such as enjoying a good cup of coffee while solving the problems of the world, become a necessary part of the daily routine. During this hour of conversation each day with my boyfriend, I not only get my caffeine fix, but it helps me put everything in perspective, as the sun highlights his blue eyes and graying hair at the temples, I know all is well.

He despises the gray, while I find it to be a quality that signals being distinguished – on him anyway. I make sure my miracle hair lady routinely covers mine up.

Last weekend, as we recapped the week’s events, with his daughter being proposed to and my daughter being pregnant, it was obvious the coming months were going to be busy with planning and preparing. We did what any sane people would do trying to face the reality that these life events will put a crunch on the pocketbook, and we went to work.

Since it was Saturday and he basically works every day, he went to a job that generates income, while I worked at something that generates peace of mind, for me anyway. I got on the mower.

Taking advantage of his preoccupation, I nonchalantly asked if I could use one of his power tools. A line of 50 trees, which I mow in between each week, were giving me fits with saplings that were growing every which way and I wanted them gone. I had tried cutting them with pruning shears, but it wasn’t working.

With no hesitation he gave me his fancy mini Sawzall and two extra batteries, basically like a motorized hacksaw, with instructions it was to cut only small branches. I could tell he was starting to focus on what he was actually giving me, and his look of being in a hurry turned to worry. He gave me instructions again, and then again, and before he could change his mind, handed me over the power tool.

I was having the time of my life and had piles of branches all over the place. After I figured out how easy it was, I started getting braver and was sawing into larger limbs that I could reach.

After a dozen or so trees were done, I came across a tree that had grown right next to a huge tree. It was rather large but the saw was doing the job on the branches so I thought I’d give it a try.

By the time he returned from “real” work, the blade was stuck in the middle of the tree trunk, my arms looked like I had been in a fight with mad cats and the land was full of branches.

Apparently he didn’t have the energy to tell me the Sawzall wasn’t for a tree with a five-year growth on it and it was there because it would replace the older tree someday. Instead he pulled the blade out, finished cutting the tree down the proper way and suggested we go have a cup of coffee.

I’m not sure, but it seemed like he had a couple more gray hairs.