Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Lost and Found

As many of my friends know, I love to mow. This past weekend I spent about 6 hours either on the John Deere or with a push mower. I guess I'm less typical in that I don't treat the grass with pesticides, fertilizers or any weed killers. I like the yellow in dandelions and I love white clover with honey bees buzzing on the flower tops. I've never bagged or collected any grass clippings.

Anyhow, I guess I like to hold on to many small things and these all remind me of how I felt in my parent's yard. I knew each patch of onion grass, where the crabgrass grew and the secret of making little shooting devices out of buckhorn plantain.

Friday evening, I was mowing around the rotting stump of a cigar (Catalpa) tree and I noticed this small wild strawberry growing around the edge.


A good life often gives way to the end of something or someone and that many of the most wonderful things we will ever know are a result of loss. It doesn't erase the pain, but it sure makes this all more than okay.
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