This Is The Place Where I Find All Things Are Equal
Spent the afternoon working in the yard. The yard is kind of wild and unkept, and that's pretty much the way the landlady likes it, but I've been given a certain leeway in terms of general maintenance, so this afternoon, after my weekly housecleaning I took on the wild, wild outside.
For the most part, things are in surprisingly good shape; the trees are budding, the beds are teeming with green growth, although frankly I'm not always certain if what's growing is what SHOULD be there, but again I keep in mind that a little chaos is considered the norm. And given our dearth of rainfall the past couple of months, I have to admit I'm rather impressed by the sheer abundance of growing things, their tenatiousness and perseverence. But, I've made a definite decision about the parts of the yard that clearly fall under the designation of "lawn". Everything gets treated equally: crab grass, bulb, dandelions, clover, moss and whatever else chooses to occupy the broad, flat areas between what are definitely defined beds -- every thing is equal, and in that spirit of democracy, I treat everything accordingly.
So, after two and a-half hours brandishing my weed whacker, there are now flat, green expanses (relatively speaking) of lawn. It actually looks pretty clean, given that it's all covered with a soft layer of mulch, a uniform green icing on the cake, and just in time for St. Paddy's.
I'll leave the cuttings for a couple of days, let the live greenery beneath soak up the slowly evaporating moisture, then rake it off and throw it all in the compost. Hopefully, it'll stay neat and trim for a month or so before it needs another trim.
There are bare patches, clumps of odd things in the middle of the smooth, flat areas that just look obviously out of place, but I can live with that. A little chaos amidst the relative orderliness of the lawn is just another reminder that you can't control everything, you have to let some things grow in their own fashion, even if it throws off the aesthestics slightly.
Slight imperfections in something that strives for some sense of perfection seem to make sense somehow when you're dealing with green sprouty things.
on 5:08 PM