Cutting the grass is just one of those things I do without giving it much thought. It has to be done so about once a week I get the mower out and give the lawn a haircut. Yesterday the weather cooperated. It was warm but not too hot. The sun was shining and there was a nice breeze blowing. It was the perfect day to be outside.
Generally I am in my own little world when cutting the grass. I zone out. Yesterday, though, there were things i noticed that I usually don’t give much thought to as I walk the yard. Cutting the grass yesterday was a feast for some of the senses.
Of course there is sight. I find it a great accomplishment to see the patch of grass that needs to be cut get smaller and smaller as I make my way back and forth. Maybe if I cut the grass more than once a week the difference between the cut and uncut grass wouldn’t be so noticeable.
I also noticed that our hosta is up and growing nicely. It always makes a nice border to the driveway and front stoop.
I also noticed that there are many buds on our rhododendron. Although the flowers are not open yet the promise of what is to come is.
Two flowers that are in bloom are the bleeding hearts and azalea.
As I was cutting the back yard I noticed that the ground cover around our tree was also in bloom. I don’t know what it is the little yellow flowers are a cheery sight.
As far as hearing goes there is the sound of the mower, the constant whir of the motor dulled by the wearing of ear protectors. They also dull the sound of traffic, cars, trucks, and motorcycles that travel the road in front of our house. Without the protectors and the mower off the chirping birds can be heard. Maybe they are telling me to stay away from their trees.
My sense of smell was hit both in the front yard and back. We have lilac bushes growing along our driveway. The purple and white blossoms are pleasing to the eye, but it is their fragrance that I noticed each time I made a pass by the bushes.
It might be time to cut a few sprigs and bring them into the house.
Out back we don’t have lilacs but another little flower. This always takes me back to my childhood because my grandmother had many in her yard. Although small and low to the ground, their fragrance hits you every time you walk by them. I am talking about the lily of the valley.
I know that these are all spring blooms and won’t last for long, but as long as they are here cutting the grass is a pleasurable experience.