I went for a walk today to have a long, imagined conversation with the rare and special person. Long walks are best for that, I find.
On the way back I sat on a stile in the sunshine for ten minutes or so, and found myself idly fingering the long grass growing on the verge between the lane and hedgerow. Being a gardener who occasionally has to weed flower beds and vegetable plots, my instinct was to pull one of the blades of grass out. Fortunately, I came to my senses in time. I looked at it and realised that there was no reason to pull it out. It was living its own life, however innocuous it might seem to us, and I had no justification for interfering with that process. More than that, though, I got a sense of how beautiful it was, and what pleasure there was to be had in gently stroking the leaves. So I stroked the leaves instead, and left it growing happily away.
You can see why I live alone, can’t you?
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Many times that I looked at grasses, wild flowers and thought that they were beautiful. And like other plants intentionally grown, they are purifying our air.
I enjoy being with plants too. :)
It's a pity we don't purify theirs, isn't it?
But our Co2 is essential to them too.
(I am thinking of Richard Feynman's word 'The inconceivable nature of nature'.)
Yes, I thought of that when I wrote it Mei-shan. Complicated, isn't it?
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