Photo from yesterday, as I basked in the sun sipping wine and enjoying the sight of solitary bees and hoverflies in the dandelions. All around me I heard the buzz and roar of machines, as my neighbors were mowing their lawns.
I love the smell of cut grass as much as the next person, but seeing with my own eyes, how much life my "weedy" garden (now blooming: dandelion, ground ivy, wild strawberry, forget-me-not, wood anemone) supports, couldn't help but feel sorrow.