Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself
The Gospel According To Zen
Like lots of city gardeners I persist with having a small lawn. Yet I often ask myself why because it’s the most troublesome thing that causes me the most anguish. Maybe it’s the memories of yesteryear and anticipation of new memories that lay ahead running, laying and walking on the blades of glory that makes me keep a lawn in a tiny London garden.
We kissed the lovely grass, Rupert Brooke