rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Growing Things

Once again, the lawn has been relieved of its colorful garb of fallen leaves. I'd like to leave them there, but the lawn threatened to die unless it was allowed to lie naked, basking in the sunlight. Lawns are demanding, self-important creatures, with little regard for the welfare of others. This is why they thrive best at country clubs and in posh suburbs. I apologize to the trees. If I had my way, the lawn would be replaced by wild plants- those freedom-loving denizens of bosky forest glades. But it is not my lawn. The lord of the suburban manor gets his way.

To the north, the gap created by the recent removal of two tall ponderosas reveals a smaller, younger pine growing in a more distant yard. It pleases me to know that it is there. As yet but half-grown, should it be allowed to survive, it will one day tower above the small houses as its vanished brethren so recently did, lifting the horizon and making the commonplace works of man in its shadow seem bigger than they actually are. May its roots be strong and delve deep, to carry aloft the mere dirt that, mingled with water and light, will be transformed into true grace and power.
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