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Monday, March 22, 2010

Towering wildflowers

This weekend, I labored away in the yard, raking and tidying in preparation for spring. The weeds have started to come back to life amongst the still-dormant blades of grass. After all the raking and before the lawn was mowed, I did something I haven't done in years: I laid on the grass.
It sounds simple enough; something that people probably do across the globe every day without thought. But as I laid on my side and stared at the lawn from a totally new perspective, a funny thing happened.
The weeds began to look beautiful. Each stalk was capped by a tiny white flower, and from my point of view, they were beautiful, towering wildflowers among the grassy forest. I put out my hand and grazed the tops of them, feeling their feathery softness against my palm. I breathed in the earthy, grassy scent and languished in the feel of the cool ground beneath me. In that moment in time, every blade, every flower, every leaf, every stalk seemed a perfect miracle. Normally the blight of the lawn, the weeds were beautiful, exquisitely formed, perfectly designed.
Soon, the dogs became antsy, and Kirk needed to mow the lawn, and I needed to start dinner, and the moment was over. But what a gift, to have a space of time to revel in the beauty of God's creation. It is a gift for which I am very grateful indeed.


  1. It's been a long time since I've done that, but it used to be one of my favorite things to do in Kentucky...pretending like I was a cat and no one could see me as I spied on the world from a different perspective. So fun:)

  2. Thanks for sharing such a neat moment, EK...although it does kinda put a guilt-trip on us grass cutters and weed pullers, which we do in the interest of beauty. ;-b

  3. And the fabulous smell of the grass, when you are right up against it, the wetness, and that green green smell!
    OK, I'm just going to put my English teacher hat on for a moment and say it's "lay" not "laid", unless you say you laid your body down. Lie past tense lay. Lay, as in put some object somewhere, past tense laid. Capiche?


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