We start out playing ball. I throw the ball, he runs as hard as he can towards it and runs right past it. Circling back, he picks it out of the tall grass and comes back to me at a dead run. He usually drops the ball long before coming to me, but he figures as long as he comes to me it is close enough. Soon, he tires of playing ball and instead -- with his nose to the ground -- searches both sides of the path for objects or animals unknown.
While he is exploring the previously conquered, I wander the path and take a look around. It is a peaceful time as I usually try and go when no one else will be around. It makes it so we can walk with Monty off leash and not worry about him chasing people on Rollerblades or skateboards. He sure hates those skateboards.
This time, I notice how beautiful the park looks. The grass is long and waves in the wind. The trees are budding and plants are starting to push through the earth that has been holding them hostage by the terrible winter. And the entire expanse of the land is covered in golden flowers of dandelions.
|Cheerful and maintenance free.|
I look at our manicured lawns and I am disheartened. We try and keep things so tidy, so clipped, so smothered. We take grass which is not native to our province and force it where it does not belong. In a desperate attempt to control our environment, we fight with nature. We consider ourselves above what the earth has in mind.
And yet, the dandelions keep growing. They come where they are not wanted and make the world a brighter place. I, for one, love them for that. The Guy, for another, is glad he's in charge of the yard.