Mowing the grass

Our lawn gets smaller and smaller - by design. But it still deserves attention. I know I don't give it the kind of attention you'd like, but still, I kind of tell it I care. I do like to use the push mower. I'm sorry. It just makes me feel kinder to the earth, even though my personal contribution won't amount to anything. I bought some new hand clippers today so that I could trim it up and you wouldn't feel so ashamed of the sad little lawn from afar.

The new piece of art placed itself in the middle of the small plot at the top of the garden. It placed itself so that I can't really mow there anymore. At least temporarily, until the objet d'art decides it wants to be somewhere else.

I'm now trying to figure out what to do with the stone bench, under which all the grass died. I'm going to let this reveal itself to me, as well.

I hope you don't mind that I'm keeping up less-than-perfect appearances, but there is something nice about working outside a little. And something nice about working on something small that still needs attention.