urf is the garden’s sea;
It surrounds and recedes;
Verdant currents to floral shores.
Soft is the grass, comfort in the summer’s eve.
roubles fade when I tread in a shade-dappled sward.
I love to cut it. I think about Things when I mow.
There is a Zen to this.
Grass smells good then, sweet and earthy.
Swallows dive and dip as my mower’s prow leads on;
They seek the moths that flutter into the air.
SNAP the swallows feast!
hen I was younger and my sons were small,
We played in the grass.
We tumbled down hills,
On our backs,
Watching airplanes and contrails.
They laughed and laughed. I still can hear the bells in their little voices.
Older, they played tag,
Rolled about with the dog,
Slept in a tent.
hey are men now.
he two of us remain.
We walk the garden together,
Swishing the blades with our shoes, our toes.
ur lawn brings so many birds:
The killdeer stalks;
And the bluebird sits above,
Waiting for food to show itself.
The birds feast well in this green sea;
They repay me with a thousand songs an hour.
y yard has few weeds — I do not like them.
Alien and foreign are the ratty clover,
The coarse dandelion, the prickly thistle.
Why do people sneer at weed-free lawns? I do not understand this.
lawn is a garden, too
he fruit, the petal, the blade… is there a difference?
They are all gifts for us.
Do we approach them?
Savor them all?
Ought we not them deploy them all in the garden?
he soul aches for green after many months.
When the geese return and the warblers flit,
And Nature makes the green things green,
There’s a gift, to me, to you,
Laudato si, mi signore, per sora nostra matre terra,laquale ne sustenta et governa,et produce diverse fructicon coloriti flori et herba.
Laudate et benedicite, mi signore, et rengratiate et servite locum grande humilitate.
ll praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Earth, our mother,
Who feeds us in her sovereignty and produces
Various fruits and colored flowers and grass.
raise and bless my Lord, and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility. )
— excerpt from the ‘Canticle of Brother Sun and Sister Moon’ by St. Francis of Assisi.