Brian mowed the lawn this weekend, and I spent the morning mowing the far reaches of our property earlier this week. It’s been forever since we mowed the whole place, and I had an epiphany about the crazy joy of wandering through dappled grass and carving out play space and trails and platforms for summer blackberry picking. It is a classically meditative activity–nowhere to go, nothing to do except mow the lawn until it’s time to mow it again next time.
At the end of the day, the kids hopped on the tractor (with the blade off, of course) and rode around our yard with Luna yipping and yapping in frustration and delight. I captured a bit of the fun and Brian edited it together into this old-fashioned snapshot of a spring evening here.