We don’t mow our yard
every week, and when we do cut the grass, we have our mower set to the highest
level possible. Unlike our neighbors who labor continually in their yards, we
take a careless approach to the lawn itself.
We let our grass go
to seed.
All of the negative
connotations of neglect seem insignificant because we’ve learned that grasses
need to reseed. The long drought we’ve seen over these last couple of years
means patches of our lawns have shriveled up. With this year’s rain comes
relief, and the only way to reestablish section of our yard is to let it go to
seed.
I love walking
through dew drenched grass in the mornings as I check the gardens and pond. The
gossamer fibers tickle my feet. Later in the day, sunlight polarizes the hue of
the grass, crisping the greens into sharpness. By evening, a slight breeze
kicks up, and the seedy fingers of grass hula dance.
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