Wednesday, July 14, 2010
As I followed the glistening pattern further and further around the yard, it became very apparent to me, this was not the dew’s doing. The dew had no responsibility at all for what I was gazing upon, Ms. Twister…
What on earth had been going through her mind? How may cocktails had she consumed while performing her lawn duties? Should I have taken a peek to notice all the fun she must have been having? Did I contribute to her delinquency by allowing her to purchase a “Lawn Tractor” instead of a mere “Lawn Mower?”
I presume she had been enjoying the wind blowing past her as she mowed down the weekly chore. Nah, that was not it. It had been 90 degrees in the shade the last time she had mowed. Maybe that was it; it was just too hot?
It could have been she despised this chore and was just trying to get it done. But then I remember I had to talk her out of moving the grass earlier because the poor lawn had not grown an inch. That was not it.
Think, think, what was going through her mind? I stood there at the sink thinking deep into her psyche, took another glance at the glistening reflection and OMG! Now I understand.
Being totally stressed out she had sought relief through expression. Now she will tell you she has no artistic ability what so ever but I disagree. As I follow the dance maneuvers in my yard I see an abstract, free flowing shape only an artist could achieve. Who else would combine circles and straight lines in such a fashion?
Throw in the number of beverages she consumed and the “Lawn Tractor” I agreed to and we have a lawn sculptor in the making. I’m so honored to support such a budding new artist and I did not have to contribute a dime.
I just hope the neighbors can appreciate whom they are living next to.
Support an artist; buy them a Lawn Tractor.
PS: As per a tag I received from Olivia J. Herrell my next post will address the contents of my purse.