11 May 2009

violet blues

violets peppering the front yard, a sign that it's time for the first mowing. as the mower starts i gather as many flowers as i can, but i soon give up. these are the tiny variety, the sort that, when cut, don't last very long in water anyway. i sit on the step and watch as they are cut down, the heady smell of newly mown grass filling the air. in a few moment's time, this year's violets, along with the grass clippings, have become the start of next year's compost.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that's sad that they have to be cut down. they do that here with the beautiful yellow wildflowers. i always wonder why they have to be cut. joanna