Days like this — or even hours or moments like this (see dandelions above) — remind me that the human world is poor shakes compared to the universe around us. All these things that nag and nip and plague me — from inspecting a car to wondering if my daughters are happy — fall into some kind of place on a sunny May afternoon in Vermont. These things are important; not for a moment am I trying to belittle our human days.
But this is, too. As I crouched in the field to take a photo, a woman bicycling by called out to me. “What gold! It’s cheeseburgers for bees!”
She got off her bike, and we stood talking to each other across the field. I suggested she look at the marsh marigold behind the grange. She mentioned the spring beauties in the woods.
Overhead, the clouds morphed and shifted. Come January, the field might be passable only by snowshoes. But for now, she and I called back and forth, the wind lifting and tugging our words.
“No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.”~ D. H. Lawrence
10 thoughts on “No Mow May…”
Love this piece! It just takes a moment to reframe our day.
I used to work harder at removing the dandelions from my lawn until my young daughter said, “But, they’re so pretty!”
Those perspective shifts mean a lot!
I’m so with your daughter’s thoughts!
Such a lovely message.
“Cheeseburgers for the bees.” 😂 …And your prose!! ❤️
It’s the cheeseburger season here, too. ❤️
Sunshine, flowers and chats with strangers- that is real life, a moment money can’t buy.
The stranger chat is always a special plus.
Vermont looks so incredibly pretty. Thanks for your post.