Yesterday marked the first lawn mowing. I much prefer the simple push reel mowers to mowers with engines because rather than your sense of smell being assaulted by gaseous fumes, it is instead offered the organic green scent of fresh cut grass.

I was pleased to see that the moss survived the winter and is continuing to steadily overtake grass territory. It’s unfortunate that by the time moss wins the war, I will have long since left this place. It will be a reason to visit in the summer. A lawn of moss would be magnitudes better than a lawn of blades. Similarly, the moss growing in the cracks between roof tiles is spreading in a healthy manner, each year covering more area than the last. I have the utmost respect for the organism. This particular species of moss is green and velvety, as if the bedding for nymphs in some fairytale.

The squirrel family which nests in surrounding trees has indicated that it approves of the insulation of choice among humans. There are bits of fiberglass strewn about the lawn, evidence they’ve been stealing from our walls to insulate their own homes. I’m always glad to sense a likeness with another species. In this case, squirrels and humans have agreed on the best insulation material.