Mowing the lawn. It sounds tedious and mundane. But for me, limited in my outdoor outlets, mowing day is my favorite. Pathetic, I know. But it gives me an excuse to be outside, checking on my plants’ progress and what few animals can be observed, and it clears my head. I figured out that when I’m mowing, my mind goes almost blank, devoid of all the issues and worries, just focused on the job, the before and after effect. That’s why it’s therapeutic for me. Once we move to our “secret garden” and eliminate the environmentally useless lawn feature, I’ll really be in my element.
We have: violas, columbine, ferns, hosta, sage, dames rocket, chives, iris, and bleeding heart.