Days of Plenty
With the appearance of the sun, after days of rain, you can almost hear the engines revving in the gardens, and the flower’s shouting, “Let’s go, boys, time for some photosynthesis.” Water, light and carbon dioxide are ready to come crashing together. Roots will get fed, oxygen will pour out, and plants will raise arms of new growth and shout, “Alleluia!” These are the days of plenty.
Even the ground is soft and open to exploration. The local possum is having an easy time grubbing, and weed pulling for this human occupant is relatively easy. It’s fun to be about for everyone. And it’s cool, too, and that’s a big plus. If I felt like it, I could be out in it all day, working. But I’ve eased up as I’ve aged, I’m soft too. Mostly I simply enjoy looking and thinking about where I might put a new plant or two.
Sure, I could trim and mow, but sometimes I just wait because I know there’s almost always a point in the summer when nothing much is growing and most everything is simply hanging on. I give it all a good mow and edge and it’s off to wait for winter. I think it’s a benefit of not being in a subdivision. Fuzzy lawns in the country are not that big of a deal. Of course, I still have a lot of suburbia inside me, and if company comes, I know what I’ll do. I’ll tidy up. For now, however, it’s all about looking.