Put Another Nickel In

The happiest heart that ever beat was in some quiet breast that found the common daylight sweet, and left to Heaven the rest. ~John V. Cheney

I have been waking up each morning as of late eager to see what new grasslings have popped up in my yard. Papa and I planted seed a couple of weeks ago and it began sprouting in less than five days. I must admit that it has been exhilarating to keep tabs on my little lawn. It's not only that the dirt and dust is being decreased dramatically and the brown replaced with lively green.

There is something magic in placing seed on the ground with a thin layer of pete moss, letting the water sprinkle it and the sun warm it, then witnessing chutes of emerald grasses spring forth. I can't really explain the excitement I felt when I crouched down to see its progress and saw the first blades of grass reaching for the sun. They were so fresh and tender, I could hardly believe it. It may seem odd that I'd spend this much time talking about my grass, but there is something wonderful about working with the earth and seeds to create something alive and beautiful.

I'm not sure what it is, but everything necessary for grass is contained within a little, oblong seed. Perhaps in putting forth the work to plant and cultivate and tend to the grass, a part of me springs up with it as it grows. Nature and I are creating my secret garden and magical is the only way I can think to describe it. Sweet nature and me; I wonder how we'll grow tomorrow.