heaven scent

July 23, 2010 · 1 comment

in Plants

Grass and Scissors   |   Mesmerising Moments

The grass is long. The lawn bears a tufty head of lustrous hair. It’s time to pass a mower over.

Disappointed cats leave their prairie to find more suitable hunting grounds away from the clamour.

I stop the din, half cut. A bee, breathless and shaking, is inched toward the lavender. It climbs and rests, recomposing before taking to the sky. It’s buzz mimicking the mower’s blade.

Trusty scissors snip-snip edges. Close to the ground I smell the heaven of dark earth until I brush past the rosemary and am wrapped in roast dinner memories waving from childhood.

I have a small lawn and can understand other gardeners not wishing to get down and dirty with a pair of scissors when a strimmer can do the same job in a fraction of the time.

I have written about my reasons for choosing to use scissors before.

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In a Welsh Garden July 23, 2010 at 22:08

– Two words . Roast . Dinner . Ok , then, three – Rosemary . Ahhhhhh ….. heaven . I LOVE walking down the garden to snip a few sprigs of rosemary to go in with the roast spuds . Bliss : ) Another beautiful post : )

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