I’ve been trying to think about what to write. I always want it to be meaningful but then the definition of that changes from person to person so it’s hard to know what everyone would want to read. So today I’ll just give you some random thoughts that I’ve had over the past couple days.

Two days ago I had to mow the lawn. Now I say ‘had’ because I really don’t like doing it. If it were just grass that’d be one thing but we have a wonderful yard full of wildflowers and mosses and other beautiful plants. I hated that I had to run down so many of the pretty flowers just because they happened to be growing in the grass. As I was mowing I got to thinking. What most humans find nice (i.e. grass, some very organized flower beds and hey, more grass) is very boring. Nature is not so tame and monotone and I don’t know why we try so hard to stray from it. As I mowed I tried my best to avoid the flowers where I could and was even able to leave a few large patches of clover spaced around the yard. As such it’s not all one, flat, bright green expanse, and that makes me happy. I also, of course, mowed slowly to try and let all the little grasshoppers have time to hop out of the way. I also said sorry when I had to mow down the flowers and clover. I was also rewarded because below the big clover that got cut, there were hundreds of tiny baby clovers so it made me feel better. Call me crazy, you wouldn’t be the first, but I think we should thank the Earth for what she gave us. And if I have to alter what’s there because humans like it (or rather the home owner’s association says it must be like that) then I just want to make sure that she knows I appreciate what she gives us. So with all of that in mind, I decided that what I practice is mindful mowing. How’s that sound?