Our yard is far from perfect. All types of plants invade the green blades of grass, moss creates bumps in the turf, and there are brown spots. In fact, the yard has gotten so bad that our neighbor actually called the property management company and complained. I thought it looked beautiful. I'd sit on my chaise in the morning and watch the breeze comb through the long stalks. We live in a FOREST, for God's sakes, why does my grass have to be SHORT?
The other day David and I noticed beauty in our gangly grass. Tiny purple and white flowers poke their heads through, searching for a ray of sun as black bumble bees find a place to land. In one corner of our yard, long stemmed dandilions blossom the brightest yellow. At night, David and I sat there in wonder as each flower closed its petals to the darkness.
Sunday, David said he should mow before our neighbors complained again. I knew he was sad to have to cut down all these beautiful flowers that call our yard home, most of which people typicall call "weeds." I went inside to escape the grumble of the motor, and when I came out, I was completely surprised.
The entire corner of our yard is still filled with bright yellow dandilions, bowing back and forth in the breeze, laughing at the short, mown grass. David refused to cut them down, even though to an outside eye, it looks ridiculous. Beauty is in the imperfections, and the eye of the beholder.
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I love weeds too, some of them are SO BEAUTIFUL.
It's true! Some weeds are pretty. Tell those neighbors to look the other way then.
You know, manicured lawn perfection is an American obsession that much of the rest of the world does not subscribe to. Ever see an "English Country Garden"? It's just wild with flowers and imperfection. Nature creates its' own beauty, and we are welcome to go along for the ride.
That's insane that you are supposed have a manicured law IN A FOREST!
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