Good Lawn
I saw a sight this morning that froze my blood. There was a toddler, a hapless infant, sitting on a lawn. Not even a blanket underneath him, mind you—the poor child was sitting right on the grass. Made my blood run cold. Why? Because it was a bad lawn. It was nothing but blades of grass. Close-cropped and bristly as a Marine’s haircut. Not a weed to be seen, not a leaf of clover, not a dandelion, not a plantain leaf. Nothing but grass. So what? That’s what a lawn is supposed to be, right? I suppose so. But it doesn’t stay that way naturally. Weeds like dandelion, clover and plantain are...
Read MoreBlue Moon
The moon in a clear blue sky. Many thanks to Diane Hale Smith for lovely moon shots! The moon looks so unfamiliar swimming in a turquoise sky–like a fish out of water. Makes me feel uneasy, like seeing a day-flying owl or bat. My first instinct is to report it to someone (not sure who) so something can be done to put things right. What’s the moon doing up there at high noon??! But of course the moon is often in the daylight sky. I just never notice it. We tend to take for granted that things are the way we expect them to be–I got the sun in the morning and the moon at...
Read MoreDaffodils: Who Doesn’t Love Them?
Daffodils are my kind of flower. Easy to plant. Stick a bulb in the ground in fall, thirty seconds and you’re done. Spring comes, and the green spears magically appear, shoving through the dead grass and remnants of dirty melted snow, spearing dead leaves. And then, those bright yellow bursts of live-saving color in the drabness of early spring. They spread, all on their own–naturalize, it’s called–creeping throughout the grass. They don’t need all that weeding, fussing, and dividing and fertilizing and all the stuff that most perennials need. And the best thing...
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