I have a confession to make: I love to mow the lawn. I love the smell of the freshly cut grass. I love the look of the grass when it’s all cut nice and short. And as I ride round and round our yard, following the line between the out of control grass, and the neatly shorn grass, it becomes very meditative for me. For those few hours, the lawn is my only focus.
Yesterday, while I was
meditating mowing, I saw in a particularly wet area of the lawn, that a weed with tiny leaves was very prolific. I remembered that last summer, when we came home from a vacation and this part of the lawn hadn’t been mowed for a few weeks, this little weed had bloomed the most fragrant, microscopic blooms. So, yesterday, I left a small area of this weed to grow and bloom. I can’t wait to smell the sweet perfume!