Ten silver maples grow through the grass. They line our laneway… and sometimes I mow that grass.
I have everyone fooled. They think this is work and ask how long it takes. I tell them over an hour. This is true. I drive the mower back and forth many times.
At one end is our creek and bridge. There are fish, sumac, clematis, goldenrod, pink Joe Pye Weed, white wild asters. I drive slowly, to avoid the groundhog holes and wire fencing. There’s a small yellow butterfly fluttering each time I pass.
Back and forth again.
As I progress, the warm breeze blows my hair. The sky is blue with fluffy cumulus clouds. There is milkweed with pods, yellow butter and egg weed, purple clover blooms. And the small yellow butterfly.
Back and forth I go.
At the far end, the road. The milk truck leaves the farm across the way. Two bluebird houses are now empty. Earlier in spring I saw the bluebirds as I mowed.
On each side the grain fields are ripening. The seed heads catch the light of the sun.
As I return, a blue heron is sitting on the cedar rail bridge and flies off as I approach..