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Issues Index | Next => This spring I let the grass in my yard get completely out of control; the alternation of sun and rain makes it hard to keep up when there is real work to be done. There were some clumps in the back that, I kid you not, were so tall that I could not reach the top. So I've been playing catch-up with mower, weed-whacker, and many trips of the wheel barrow. Since it's on my mind, today's theme is Grass.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight. The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the scythe. Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. If the grass is greener in the other fellow's yard - let him worry about cutting it.
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